The beautiful youth looked toward Zhang Chu, who had already left, a cryptic smile on her lips as she set down her folding fan.
"Zhang Chu—what formidable palm techniques, and such a supreme art of sound. When did the Southern Regions produce such a monster? Third Master, you have seen much and know much. Have you ever heard of him?" The beautiful youth suddenly spoke, her voice clear and melodious.
"County Princess, Zhang Chu is merely a fortunate junior from some wild sect. He is not worth mentioning," the middle-aged man answered respectfully, his tone calm, though he clearly looked down on Zhang Chu.
"Not necessarily." The beautiful youth shook her head. "I heard he mastered the first nine chapters of the Twelve Chapters of the Yellow Court. No one in the Jianghu has accomplished such a thing for centuries. It is said this matter has already alarmed the Daoist Sect Ancestral Court. Even great powers at the True Person level have shown a flicker of curiosity. That alone proves his aptitude is far from poor."
"County Princess, you mean?" The middle-aged man spoke, having already understood the meaning behind her words.
The beautiful youth smiled mysteriously, turning the wine cup in her hand as she glanced again in the direction Zhang Chu had gone.
"This man rose to prominence only recently, yet every deed he has done has been no small matter. In barely a month, he has offended dozens of factions. Even the Demonic Cult hates him to the bone and has issued orders to hunt him down."
"Now, with the Sky Patrol Guard of the Imperial Court behind him, naturally no one dares move against him too openly."
"But the True Dragon has grown old, and the winds and rains are shaking the realm. The ambitious are