Fang Liang had taken note of this sinister-looking middle-aged cultivator before. His cultivation was the same as Fang Liang's—they were both in the late Spirit Severing stage.
The person he had once fought was a peak Spirit Severing cultivator. The two had battled for two full hours before determining the victor. Although this middle-aged man had ultimately lost, he had not appeared particularly flustered.
"Fellow Daoist Wang has lived in Dragon Seeing Valley for several hundred years. The Cave Abode he occupies, number 1,520, hasn't changed hands in three hundred years. To think he lost to that fellow Daoist this time—it seems that fellow Daoist is even stronger than Fellow Daoist Wang."
"It may be that Fellow Daoist Wang's cultivation happened to be countered by his opponent's. Otherwise, with Fellow Daoist Wang's methods, he wouldn't have lost. You should know that over these several hundred years, the peak cultivators defeated by Fellow Daoist Wang number at least eighty, if not a hundred."
"Brother Zhao is right. With Fellow Daoist Wang's methods, that Cave Abode no one wanted to live in should belong to him this time. Still, with Fellow Daoist Wang's abilities, competing for that Cave Abode is really beneath him."
When they saw the sinister-looking middle-aged cultivator actually step forward to compete for Cave Abode number 3,000, familiar acquaintances among the crowd immediately began discussing it in hushed voices.
From what everyone said, they clearly held the cultivator surnamed Wang in extremely high regard.
Seeing that Fang Liang was a young man who appeared to be not even twenty years old, everyone was filled with disdain and mockery. They looked down on Fang Liang greatly.
Yet just as several Spirit Severing cultivators who knew of the cultivator surnamed Wang's record were speaking, mist suddenly swept across the stone platform.