There were many people outside Number One Manor Under Heaven watching the excitement. Not all of them were native martial artists; many players had also come after hearing the news.
In this martial world, wherever there were players and excitement, there would inevitably be players wherever the excitement was.
Fortunately, the players had long since been accepted by the natives, who no longer found them strange, so the atmosphere remained fairly harmonious.
In the restaurants and inns outside Number One Manor Under Heaven, on street corners, in alleys, atop rooftops, and even in trees, players could be seen everywhere.
Almost whenever the servants at Number One Manor Under Heaven ushered in an invited guest and loudly announced their name, the players would immediately erupt into buzzing discussion.
The more famous the person, the more the players had heard of them, and the longer the discussion would last. Those with less fame, however, inevitably received a few quiet, mocking remarks.
"Was that shriveled, short old man with the white beard who just went in really the head of the Xingyi Sect? I've never even heard of that sect, much less him. Why did he get an invitation too?"
"You've been in the martial world for so long—don't you understand? Though the martial world speaks with fists, seniority matters sometimes too. That old man holds quite a high position among martial artists."
"High? How high? Higher than the Iron Gallant Marquis? Is Number One Manor Under Heaven going to give him the title of number one in seniority? Hahaha!"
"He's still the head of a sect... But that Zhao Wuji from the Xiantian Wuji Sect who went in earlier seemed even more formidable! I'm already in the Gang Qi Realm, yet Zhao Wuji's body was actually giving off black light. He was