"So he's that Nangong Wentian? Rumor has it he's the strongest Holy Son in the Nangong Immortal Clan's entire history, with terrifying, monstrous talent."
Realization dawned on many faces as they recalled that there was indeed such a person.
"I don't know whether his talent is the greatest in history. All I know is that he's definitely the most shameless in history!" said a burly man whose muscles bulged like coiling dragons.
With that, he grinned broadly.
"Hahahaha..."
Everyone burst out laughing along with him.
They had remembered who Nangong Wentian was, but they had also remembered just how shameless he was.
He carried a mask of anguish around with him, and after beating someone to death, he would drop to his knees and wail, his face filled with grief. Shameless didn't begin to describe it. He was downright rotten!
Would any normal person do something like that?
Many felt that Nangong Wentian having lived this long and even become an immortal could only mean that Heaven had opened its eyes!
"He's Nangong Wentian?"
Lin Haoyu stared at Nangong Wentian, who lay there bawling. He had heard the name before; rumor had it the man had some strength.
"What a coincidence. We're heading to the Nangong Immortal Clan anyway. He can show us the way." Crab General smiled at Nangong Wentian.
"He's no ordinary fellow," Hua Yunfei murmured as he looked at Nangong Wentian.
Even with his discerning eye, Nangong Wentian's talent astonished him. The strength and talent this fellow displayed amounted to less than a tenth of his true ability!
Yet even that had earned him a modest reputation among the younger generation. That showed just how deeply Nangong Wentian concealed himself!
A smile curved Hua Yunfei's lips. As expected of the lineage the ancestor had specifically told him