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As the many princes of Great Zhou arrived in the capital, bringing who knew how many experts with them and drawing in countless martial artists with sect ties, nobody could keep track of them all under the Six Fan Sect's deliberate laxity.
Just like now, no one would have guessed that the two martial artists eating in a little roadside tavern were both Soul Fusion Realm experts.
Brother Zhang, seated opposite the other martial artist, had an elegant, handsome face. Hearing the man's words, a hint of amusement curled his lips. "Brother Wu, don't sell yourself short. Only when the world is in chaos can dragons and snakes rise together. With Ji Haodian of Great Zhou courting death, this is the perfect time for us to make our names in the Martial Arts World.
"Our lord has already promised us the positions we deserve. When everything is accomplished, your position will be even more impressive than Su Xin's as one of the Four Great Constables!"
Brother Wu nodded, a strange light gleaming in his eyes.
What did martial artists spend their lives cultivating for? For most of them, it was nothing more than fame and fortune.
For the first half of his life, he had remained in seclusion at his master's command. Though he possessed astonishing cultivation, it was like wearing fine brocade at night—he had no chance to show it off.
Now his master was dead, and nothing in this world could hold him back any longer. Shengjing City would be where he made his name!
Su Xin could naturally sense the many gazes watching him from the shadows, but he paid them no mind.
These people wouldn't dare show themselves in