Hearing Liu Xun's words, Mu Yunshui and Xiao Munan's group all showed slight puzzlement. Only then did they notice that Liu Xun was staring in a certain direction within the crowd. Everyone followed his gaze, and their expressions immediately varied.
When Mu Yunshui saw Chen Fan, her pupils contracted slightly, yet her expression remained unchanged—still calm and cold.
The several Immortal Sect disciples behind her were briefly stunned before they looked at Chen Fan in shock. "How could you possibly still be alive?"
Xiao Munan, meanwhile, did not know Chen Fan. After sweeping a detached glance over him, he turned away without the slightest interest. A Qi Refining Ninth Layer disciple simply did not deserve his attention.
Sure enough, it's you! Gao Yueyue was speechless inwardly, surprise flickering in her eyes. She had originally thought that hurried glimpse at the entrance to the secret realm had merely been an illusion. Who would have thought that Chen Fan, whose name had been spreading like wildfire in rumors, was actually "Chen Feng"? Gao Yueyue did not expose Chen Fan's identity. She knew that both the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and the Immortal Sect were searching for him. If they learned he was on Shu Mountain, the two sects would likely come to demand his surrender within days.
Moreover, because of the Yellow-toothed Old Man and her own reasons, Gao Yueyue remained silent. She concealed every trace of emotion, neither speaking nor allowing anyone to notice her momentary abnormality.
The other young geniuses of Shu Mountain had long resided on Sixth Peak and did not know Chen Fan. Yet among the surrounding crowd were quite a few Shu Mountain disciples from Seventh Peak and Eighth Peak. They recognized Chen Fan at once. When they had seen the portrait issued by the Ten Thousand