Fengtian City's New Textile Street became known for Snowstorm Inn solely because Shen Jingzhou was staying there.
The moment Shen Jingzhou stepped inside, the inn seemed to fall completely still. No one spoke, and no one even moved.
A moment later, waves of admiration and respectful greetings erupted throughout the inn.
"Greetings, Mr. Shen,
"Greetings, Senior Shen. Today, you..."
Facing everyone's flattering words, Shen Jingzhou merely nodded faintly in response. Then he leaped upstairs and returned directly to his room. He had no mind to concern himself with such matters now.
"Why does Mr. Shen seem even more terrifying today than before? That faintly discernible aura is truly frightening!"
One person in the inn felt Shen Jingzhou's terrifying presence and sensed a chill shoot straight to the top of his head.
Most of those here were sword practitioners. Whether they had come to seek masters, observe, ask for guidance, or issue challenges, they all wielded swords. Because of that, they could better sense the awe-inspiring sword intent upon Shen Jingzhou.
"You don't know? Mr. Shen gained an insight into his state of mind during today's battle and made a breakthrough. He rushed back to his room like this because he must be entering seclusion."
That was indeed the case. Having gained an insight from today's battle, Shen Jingzhou could not wait to return and enter seclusion.
By the time he finished his enlightenment and calmed his internal energy, it was already midnight.
When he opened his eyes, cold light seemed to burst from them. Turning his head slightly, he saw the countless additional people around him. Even the little shops along the street had somehow changed owners.
Ever since he had set up his arena in Fengtian City, more people had quietly appeared nearby after every battle. The visiting cards