The gray-robed knight reined in his horse before the carriage, cupped his hands, and asked, "May I ask which master of the Lu Family is seated inside?"
Luo Xu, the wielder of the Soul-Shattering Whip, wore a wary expression as he asked coldly, "What do you want?"
The Lu Family held the military power, while the Song Family controlled the officials. One was military and the other civil—they could be called natural enemies.
The people at the top still had to maintain a superficial harmony, but those below had far fewer scruples. The fact that the two sides did not immediately draw their blades and hack at each other when they met was already considerable restraint.
"Is the person in the carriage Young Master Peach Blossom, Li Mu Yang?" the knight persisted.
Luo Xu glanced back at Li Mu Yang, unsure of his attitude.
"I'm Li Mu Yang." Li Mu Yang lifted the curtain and answered.
He had heard long ago that, because he had painted an entire courtyard of peach blossoms with a single stroke, he had earned the nickname "Young Master Peach Blossom" in Xifeng.
At the time, he had been busy cultivating and breaking through realms, then busy entering the illusionary realm, fighting monsters, and fleeing for his life. He had never taken the matter to heart.
Now that someone had called out that title in public, Li Mu Yang still found it quite pleasing. Young Master Peach Blossom. With that nickname alone, he could charm a whole crowd of noble ladies and young wives from neighboring households.
When one traveled the martial world, a nickname was still very important.
If you were called "Fragrant Commander," "The Wanderer of Border Town," "A Lone Flower Beyond the Desert," or "A Wolf of the Wilderness," it was easy to