"I wonder if you saw the news. The Divine Lord of Flowing Feather Divine Palace actually sent Yanhuang's Zhao Cheng a challenge yesterday."
"If not for this, I wouldn't have known Zhao Cheng was already on par with a mythic figure. They hid that news far too well."
"I wonder whether Zhao Cheng will accept the challenge."
The girl complained as the three of them traveled together through Flowing Feather Divine Palace for a while.
"Oh, right, I'm Wang Jing, and this is my sister, Wang Qing."
"We've been walking together for so long, but we still don't know your name."
"Zhao Cheng,"
Zhao Cheng said.
The two girls fell silent for several seconds upon hearing that.
Only afterward did Wang Jing smile. "What a coincidence."
A name alone was not enough to make them think too much of it. There were countless people in the world with the same name.
"I did see some of the news, but I feel that the general public has more or less misunderstood Zhao Cheng," Zhao Cheng continued.
"Yes, yes, yes! I didn't expect you to feel that way too." Wang Jing clapped her hands.
"People online say that although Zhao Cheng looks murderous enough to drown the skies, he's actually gentle, kind, humble, and yielding—the most benevolent person imaginable. Isn't that naked slander? My Great Demon King Zhao is obviously the same inside and out. He's the sort who hears the Way in the morning and can die by evening—except if he learns the way to your house in the morning, he'll beat you to death that night, never letting you live to see the next day..."
When her words fell, the air went quiet again for several seconds.
Time passed, and only when the blazing sun stood directly overhead did the