It wasn't just that he would gain many more friends—the whole world would become filled with goodwill.
Look at these common folk. How enthusiastic they were!
But what if he failed?
"People will always cheer for things that benefit themselves. Compared to the approval or rejection of outsiders, improving oneself matters more."
Seeing the attitudes of the Shuiyang Prefecture commoners and lower-ranked martial artists around him, Li Chengfeng could not help but feel deeply moved.
Then, he turned his smiling gaze toward Zhao Lie and Zheng Pandao, who stood excitedly watching him from a corner on the other side, as well as Sun Qing, who wore a smile, and the sharp-eyed Qian Anguo. More thoughts rose in his heart.
Sometimes, compared to the inexplicable hostility or affection of people who had nothing to do with him, even the attitudes and emotions of partners bound only by interest were far more important—and far more valuable to him.
Moreover, sometimes a person's deep ties to this world were precisely these friends.
Whether they were friends joined by profit or true friends, only by having more friends could one forge sufficiently close ties with this world.
With that thought, Li Chengfeng sighed inwardly. He clasped his fists toward the crowd, then flashed away and vanished from the spot.
Now that the match had ended, there was no meaning in staying here any longer.
His goal of binding the name of Shuiyang Prefecture to his own had been thoroughly achieved with his draw against Jian Wuchen.
After all, the draw between him and Jian Wuchen had been personally declared by Qiu Jianfeng, an elder of the Southern Heaven Sword Sect.
Under such circumstances, no one would question his record.
Thus, whether it was the Heavenly Prodigy Ranking or the matters to follow, he no