In the valley, the Galactic Alliance martial artists were cleaning up the battlefield. With so many exotic beasts, even their hides and pelts alone were a tremendous fortune.
Everyone was in high spirits, their faces glowing with excitement. Today, they had truly struck it rich.
Yet they were clearly somewhat distracted, their gazes drifting from time to time toward the stone house at the center of the tribe.
"Was that young man really Fang Mo?"
"How could it be fake? Didn't you hear Ye Qiuchen introduce him? Could he have mistaken him?"
"It's just... how could he possibly be this powerful? I heard that the three people following him are all in the True Man Realm. When he left the alliance, wasn't he only at the Grandmaster Realm?"
"Why do you care so much? Is the world of geniuses something people like us can understand? Hurry up and clean the battlefield! We've hit the jackpot this time. Once we send this to the nearest market, we'll definitely be able to trade for some good weapons!"
The martial artists cleaning the battlefield worked while discussing it in low voices.
At this moment, those seated in the tribe's main hall were all looking at the figure seated in the Head Seat with complicated expressions.
Fang Mo's gaze swept across the room. After the introductions just now, he already knew the names of the dozen or so people present, and he was filled with emotion.
Every one of them had once been a renowned powerhouse who shook the world. He had often heard their names ever since he began cultivating martial arts, and their names appeared frequently in the Martial Academy's library as well.
For instance, Wuya Zi of the Wugong Mountain Daoist Academy, known as the Star Plucker. Though thin and withered