On the morning of March 19, Li Fei and the others arrived at Tianshui City.
That afternoon, people from Heaven One Pavilion also arrived at Tianshui City.
Zhu Fenghua, dark-skinned and dressed in a gray short jacket and black cloth shoes, walked out of the train station with two senior fellow disciples.
He was clearly only thirty-five this year, yet he looked even older than the two senior fellow disciples beside him, both of whom were in their forties.
"Is that Zhu Fenghua?"
"Should be."
"He's completely different from what I imagined."
"A little, yeah."
"So that's what Zhu Fenghua looks like."
"How is this peerless elegance?"
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There were many martial artists who had come out of admiration, as well as several officials' daughters who yearned for the martial world, gathered outside the station.
After seeing Zhu Fenghua's appearance clearly, they were all bitterly disappointed.
If Zhu Fenghua had not had two imposing Heaven One Pavilion disciples accompanying him, people might even have mistaken him for a laborer if he had walked down the street alone.
"'Peerless elegance, unmatched throughout history'—these descriptions are talking about martial arts after all, and have not the slightest thing to do with looks." The officials' daughters left in disappointment, but the martial artists stayed.
Some took the initiative to approach and ingratiate themselves, while others followed from a distance, wanting to see whether Zhu Fenghua would go challenge the Jing An, Marquis today. But Zhu Fenghua and the others went straight to a hotel and never came out again.
That night, another train arrived at Tianshui City.
A crowd surrounded an extraordinarily beautiful woman in white gauze, who looked like a white crane above the clouds, as she walked out of the train station.
The surrounding crowd erupted in commotion, and many people