"Is he Young Lord of Dongyang, Li Yun? He really is so young..."
"Look at his steady stride and overflowing confidence. A seventeen-year-old boy with such bearing is truly rare!"
“He must possess extraordinary strength and immense confidence, or how would he dare declare that he would slap the Wantu Kingdom prodigies to death one by one... I truly look forward to seeing him display his might in the arena and raise the spirit of Mysterious Moon Kingdom's Martial Artists!”
Inside the inn, all manner of praise reached his ears.
Yet Li Yun's face showed not the slightest trace of arrogance.
He knew all too well.
When flowers bloom, everyone sings their praises; when walls collapse, everyone gives them a shove.
This world was very realistic. When you were basking in glory, every kind of flattery came your way; but when you fell into ruin and failed, anyone and everyone would come stamp on you.
If you took it seriously, you lost.
Let alone losing yourself in the praise.
Of course.
Everyone was praising him. If he did not respond at all, that would not do either—it would make him seem proud, conceited, and contemptuous of others.
So he still smiled and nodded at the people around him in acknowledgment.
Only then did he go upstairs and meet Little Fist God He Yiming.
He Yiming had given him plenty of face as well. Accompanied by two young companions who also appeared to be formidable prodigies, he waited at the second-floor staircase and personally led Li Yun to a window seat.
Then he introduced his two companions to Li Yun.
The taller one was called Li Yingchun.
The other was half a head shorter and more powerfully built, named Mu Dong.
Like He Yiming, both were prodigies from Nanchi Prefecture and