Su Yi!
This name seemed to possess a magical power, stirring up a commotion throughout the area.
The expressions of the Beyond-the-Shore experts from the three camps all changed.
"It is indeed him."
The Gold Robe Man from Blood River Palace spoke in a deep voice. "His portrait is a sought-after commodity on the Beyond-the-Shore, and I happened to have seen it."
"Who would have thought that dragons crossing the river like us, who wished to avoid drawing attention, would run into the true local tyrant?"
The purple-robed Daoist from Tai Fu Temple murmured.
At this moment, the experts of the three camps looked at Su Yi with surprise, gravity, and a provocative eagerness to make a move.
Holding a wine jug, Su Yi stood there calmly and smiled. "I never expected to have gained such a great reputation on the Beyond-the-Shore."
Being recognized at a glance by unfamiliar Beyond-the-Shore experts was itself proof of his fame.
Yet to Su Yi, such fame was instead a burden.
He had already made up his mind that when he went to the River of Destiny Origin, he would keep as low a profile as possible, lest enemies he did not know recognize him at a glance and suddenly stab him in the back.
The son of a wealthy family did not sit beneath a crumbling roof.
Being recognized everywhere he went also often meant that trouble would come one wave after another.
What Su Yi disliked most was trouble.
Just like now.
He truly was only passing through and had no desire to get involved.
But clearly, the experts of those three camps would not see it that way.
"Let us speak plainly. Your Excellency has come here for the opportunity in this place as well, I presume."
The Green-robed Man from