Outside the prefectural city gate, nearly everyone stood stunned and bewildered. No one had expected the heads of the city's government offices, its powerful figures, and its grandmasters to bow so respectfully to a young man.
"Hiss... Who is that young man? Even Governor Ning and General Yan are paying their respects to him!"
"A prince? The crown prince?"
"Don't be ridiculous. How could a prince or the crown prince ride into the prefectural city with no great retinue of guards?"
"Then who is he?!"
"Old Daoist, didn't you say you were well-informed and knew everything important that happened in Qin Province? Tell us who he is."
"Ha! Good question. I do know. He's Huang Tian, the most famous young talent in Qin Province, the one the Grandmaster Ranking called the gathering of a thousand years of martial fortune in this province!"
"Huang Tian, the one who defeated and killed the Demon Sect's Yin Holy Son while still at the fourth rank?!"
"But even so, he doesn't deserve... No, I mean, surely that's not enough for so many important people to come out of the city to welcome him?"
"..."
The onlookers whispered among themselves, their eyes full of curiosity.
Faced with everyone's bows, Huang Tian leaped from his horse and returned the courtesy. "There's no need for such ceremony."
Only then did the hundred-odd officials straighten, their eyes fixed on Huang Tian with eager intensity.
Ning Heyuan exchanged a glance with Yan Zhong, then said, "Before you arrived, Assistant Commissioner Huang, I heard from my subordinates that you had fought Xiahou Yang. Brother Yan and I were about to come to your aid, but soon we received word that you had severed one of his arms and pursued him for a hundred li.
"Where is Xiahou Yang now? Did