"Zhen Heluo had been in the Innate realm for twenty years. Who would have thought he'd be killed by the suddenly risen Young Hero Zhang?"
"They say Young Hero Zhang and his companions are all disciples of reclusive seniors. His companions' strength is not to be underestimated either."
"I thought Young Sect Leader Lin reaching the Innate realm before thirty made him a rare prodigy. Only now do I know there is always someone greater."
"Eight Trigrams Daoist robe... Could that be Young Hero Zhang?"
Someone spotted Xuantian's group at the inn entrance.
"That's right. A group of five, three men and two women—it really is Young Hero Zhang and the others."
The bustling inn instantly fell silent as the gathered martial artists looked over with both reverence and fear.
Not yet twenty, yet capable of slaying an Innate expert—such a thing had never been heard of in the martial world. It was unprecedented.
After renting several rooms, Zhang Yuanshan and Wang Jin turned back downstairs to gather information.
Xuantian, Jiang Zhiwei, and the others remained in their rooms to rest.
Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was the next day.
After lunch, Xuantian had just returned to his room when he heard a knock. Upon opening the door, he saw Zhang Yuanshan, Jiang Zhiwei, and the others, along with Meng Qi's group.
Meng Qi's monk's robe was tattered. The burly man who had drawn his blade against him at the beginning bore a savage scar across his face, while the taciturn Qi Zhengyan's robes were also disheveled. It was obvious they had only made it here after a fierce battle.
Xuantian stepped aside to let them in, then looked at Meng Qi with a smile. "Little monk, you're quite lucky."
"Brother Xuan, what do