Zhang Qingyuan rarely stayed in the sect, so there was much he did not know.
For instance, as a Rising Star of the new generation, his reputation was far from as obscure as he imagined. On the contrary, his name was widely known. Especially among the Core Disciples, he was absolutely a celebrity watched by many.
Yet he had never noticed it himself.
Instead, he thought he had hidden himself well.
Since the Inner Sect Grand Competition,
more than ten years had already passed.
Over those ten-odd years, Zhang Qingyuan felt that he had done little worthy of praise. He had basically spent the time in secluded cultivation. Not long after the Inner Sect Grand Competition, he had also left the sect and headed for the distant, remote edge of the South Sea, drifting beyond everyone's sight.
Human memory was forgetful.
Under such circumstances,
ten-odd years were enough for time to grind every deed clean away.
Perhaps only when someone occasionally discussed history and mentioned that Inner Sect Grand Competition from over ten years ago would they sigh, "Oh, so there was once someone named Zhang Qingyuan."
Time slipped away easily.
No matter how dazzling a figure was, before the long river of time, they were nothing at all.
Within ten years,
a new generation had already emerged.
Everyone's eyes gathered upon the contests of the new generation. The older generation had become legends, buried in yellowed stacks of old papers.
Just like the information society of his previous life.
After more than ten years had passed, who still knew which celebrities had once been famous across an age?
Over these years,
Medicine King Valley, a renowned force of Yuzhou, had been destroyed. Wind and cloud repeatedly shifted across the Central Continent, and the geniuses of a new generation appeared