Birds scattered in alarm across the sky.
Townsfolk stopped in their tracks; porters and peddlers set down the loads on their shoulders and looked up at the red pillar of smoke rising into the air.
A heavy pressure settled over their hearts, making it hard to breathe.
"What's going on? What kind of commotion is there at the Liang Residence?"
"What's so strange about it? At most, Master Liang's divine art has reached completion and his cultivation has advanced."
"Exactly. Master Liang cultivates better than anyone. The emperor personally summoned him to the capital and granted him a noble title. Nothing strange about that, nothing strange at all."
After a few casual remarks, the crowd withdrew their gazes and went back to their own business, flowing onward once more.
Times had changed.
Yixing Town was no longer the tiny waterside hamlet of old, with only a scattered handful of people who found everything novel.
"One small town, two Hunting Tigers. What a wealth of talent."
Within Yixing Town's Martial Arts School, Tang Zutao, Lin Yao, and the other school masters had different thoughts. They knew why Liang Qu had gone to the capital. The one breaking through now had to be someone else.
Pingyang Prefecture's scale and circumstances were different, and it had newly incorporated Lan Province, making it difficult to rank.
In any other prefecture beyond this region, with two Hunting Tigers holding the fort, given a few decades to patiently build up their enterprises, they could be called a great clan. Taking more wives and concubines, producing more descendants, selecting the best to train—such a family would be hard to decline and hard to defeat.
And if one looked beyond the Liang Residence itself, considering Yang Dongxiong, the matter became even more extraordinary. With a Perfected Elephant Grandmaster