Beyond strength, the martial world placed the greatest emphasis on seniority and rank.
Jiang Dali's strength now stood above all others in the Vassal States. As the Chief Steward of Black Wind Stronghold, his status was also on par with the abbot of Shaolin's ancestral seat and Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang; only his seniority fell somewhat short.
For a great figure of his status, if he visited any sect—even major sects such as Kunlun and Kongtong—they had to receive him with the grand ceremony reserved for the Eight Immortals Welcoming Guests. Thus, the moment he appeared, the gathered heroes all turned to look, each treating him with utmost respect.
No matter how frightened everyone had been before, now that they truly saw the master of this baleful reputation, they could only resign themselves to their fate.
After catching up with his old friend Zhu Wushi, Jiang Dali turned his gaze toward Lian Chengbi and Xiao Shiyilang. His calm eyes made both men tense all over, feeling immense pressure.
With Jiang Dali's discerning eye, a mere sweep of his gaze across the invited guests was enough for him to tell who was strongest and most worthy of attention. Much less these two before him—he had been very familiar with both of them in his previous life.
Now, with a single look at Lian Chengbi and Xiao Shiyilang's states of strength, he understood that Marquis Xiaoyao had likely already died at Lian Chengbi's hands, somewhat earlier than in his previous life.
Yet the current structure of the martial world had undergone enormous changes under the tremendous influence of Black Wind Stronghold's development at Jiang Dali's hands. There was nothing strange about Marquis Xiaoyao dying early at Lian Chengbi's hands...
The only thing that needed to be clarified now was whether, after Marquis