"Please make way." Lin Xuan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to the Taoist priests ahead.
The priests hadn't wanted to pay him any attention, but one of them happened to glance back. The moment he recognized Lin Xuan, he froze, then his eyes burst with disbelieving delight.
"Y-Young Master Lin!" he cried, his voice trembling with excitement.
His shout was like a boulder dropped into a still lake.
"What? Young Master Lin?"
"Which Young Master Lin?"
"Who else? Lin Xuan, the Young Master Lin whose name resounds throughout the land!"
The crowd erupted.
Countless gazes swung toward Lin Xuan, filled with shock, confusion, and curiosity—but more than anything, with the hope and excitement of people who had found their savior.
Lin Xuan's name was now known throughout the entire Central Plains Martial Arts World. It was no exaggeration to say that everyone had heard of him.
"It's Young Master Lin! Young Master Lin is here!"
"Quick! Make way for Young Master Lin!"
As if an unseen hand had parted them, the tightly packed crowd swiftly and eagerly moved aside, opening a broad passage straight to the center of the square.
Every gaze burned with reverence and expectation.
At this humiliating moment, with a foreign monk holding them down so thoroughly they could barely raise their heads, Lin Xuan's arrival was nothing short of a ray of light in the darkness!
Little Dragon Girl walked quietly beside Lin Xuan, watching the scene unfold like a roaring tide.
She saw how the famous figures of the martial world looked at Lin Xuan with genuine reverence.
A hint of curiosity stirred in her clear eyes.
She didn't understand all these complicated matters of sect honor and disgrace. She couldn't see why everyone was calling out for her man.
Lin Xuan remained