Lin Jingyi, standing in the group, opened her mouth, stunned.
She had met Chen Shouyi before.
Two months ago, her younger sister had accompanied her to Hedong City for the Martial Artist exam. On the train home afterward, Chen Shouyi had been sitting across from them, and they had even chatted a little.
Not long ago, her younger sister had also said she'd seen him on the road.
She had assumed he was just an ordinary martial artist like herself.
She'd never imagined he was one of those legendary figures. It was almost impossible to believe. He was even younger than her, wasn't he?
Humanity's current martial arts hierarchy had only four ranks.
The weakest was Martial Apprentice, followed by Martial Artist, Great Martial Artist, and Martial Master.
Martial Masters were already the pinnacle of humanity's publicly known power. To martial artists, Great Martial Artists were fearsome figures beyond reach, while Martial Masters stood entirely above the clouds, as if separated from everyone else by another plane of existence.
Chen Shouyi felt the lively atmosphere grow quiet in an instant. All the martial artists wore the docile smiles of quails.
Even the rather bold female martial artist from earlier didn't dare look at him again.
The loneliness of being a master.
I'm only eighteen!
"Chief Chen, would you like some water?" Bai Xiaoling asked, inexplicably delighted. She handed him a bottle of mineral water.
"Thanks!" Chen Shouyi came back to himself and took it. A glance at the production date told him it was a treasured bottle that had been bottled a year ago.
Mineral water was no longer available on the market. Plastic had become a scarce resource, and only government offices and the military had any.
He took off the faceplate of his Protective Suit. Wearing it in