A luxurious carriage bearing the Fang Clan crest rolled unhurriedly toward the lakeshore. The curtain lifted, and Fang Han, clad in azure robes, stepped down at an unhurried pace.
He stood tall and handsome, dressed in the fitted attire of a Fang Clan Inner Hall disciple.
The occasional glint passing through his tranquil eyes revealed a composed bearing far beyond his years.
"Fang Han! The Fang Clan's Qilin Child!"
The moment he appeared, he immediately drew countless gazes.
Over the past few months, rumors about him had already spread throughout Liangshui City. Now that he had appeared in person, it naturally caused quite a stir.
"He's actually this young? He looks no more than sixteen or seventeen!"
"Tsk, already at the Bone Refining Mid-Stage at that age, and he has even mastered the Breeze Sword Art... What a monster!"
"I heard he defeated Lin Hu right in the street half a month ago?"
"That has to be exaggerated, doesn't it? How could someone at the Bone Refining Mid-Stage defeat someone in the late stage so easily?"
The discussions carried all manner of emotions—amazement, doubt, and curiosity.
Fang Han seemed utterly unaware of the gazes cast his way. His eyes calmly swept over the scene.
Just then, his back subtly tensed as a sharp, needle-pricking gaze fell upon him.
His expression did not change as he followed the sensation and looked over.
Within one of the five large pavilions occupied by Lin Family disciples, Lin Hu stood with his arms folded, glaring coldly at him.
Today, he wore a dark green fitted outfit that made him seem even more burly and fierce. His gaze held no attempt to conceal its battle intent or hostility, as though he wished to devour Fang Han alive.
Fang Han understood at once. It seemed the