Xuan Du entered the Buddhist tower with a gloomy face.
Naturally, the people around him saw Xuan Du's expression, but none of them cared much. So what if their words had hurt him? If his father were not a Realm Lord, he would not even have made it into the top fifty.
Though Buddhism presented an incomparably benevolent face to the outside world, the three worlds within Buddhism were no different from the outside: the weak were meat for the strong, and victors were revered.
Xuan Du's status was exceptional, but his strength was far too poor. Even those within Buddhism knew that the Mysterious Heaven Nether Realm Lord had long since given up on Xuan Du. Thus, they showed him not the slightest respect and instead constantly mocked him.
"Just wait! Sooner or later, I'll make every last one of you stare in shock!"
A trace of venom surfaced in Xuan Du's eyes.
He was about to enter the Buddhist tower, completely unaware that two figures were following behind him.
Of course, great numbers of people entered and left the Buddhist tower at every moment. Mu Qing and Mei Sanniang blended into the crowd and followed closely behind Xuan Du. So long as they did nothing unusual, they would not draw anyone's notice.
However, Mu Qing had underestimated his own fame within the Main World.
"It's Long Qing! That Dragonfolk is Long Qing, ranked ninth!" someone nearby suddenly cried out.
Mu Qing was stunned for a moment. Before long, he and Mei Sanniang were surrounded.
A Buddhist disciple rushed right up, brimming with enthusiasm, and excitedly grabbed Mu Qing's hand.
"Idol! Senior Long Qing, I specialize in body cultivation too. I heard that when you faced Sword Three, you sent an imperial artifact flying with a single punch. How