The next day.
Scarlet Cloud County was bustling beyond measure.
Every teahouse and tavern was discussing yesterday's Martial Examination.
And the name mentioned most often was, of course, Lu Chen!
Even the street vendors selling flatbread were flipping their breads as they vividly described how Lu Chen had vaulted over Li Huchen's head, then punched him hard enough to make him vomit blood and collapse.
"Who could have imagined that Shi Hao, Hidden Dragon Martial Hall's genius, would be beaten to death by Li Huchen with one punch, while Lu Chen, the abandoned disciple, would kill Li Huchen with one punch instead!"
"Hidden Dragon Martial Hall's master sure has a keen eye. He kicked the real genius out of the hall and treasured the fake one. Damn it, if I'd bet against him back then, I'd be living in a grand riverside mansion by now!"
Inside Little Prosperity Tower, someone asked curiously, "What do you think Qin Wuhe of Hidden Dragon Martial Hall is feeling right now?"
"What else could he feel?"
An old escort raised his wine cup, drained it in one gulp, then burst into laughter. "Of course, he regrets it too late!"
"I heard that as soon as yesterday's Martial Examination ended, Hidden Dragon Martial Hall closed its doors."
"Closed its doors?"
Everyone was stunned.
"What does that mean?"
"What else could it mean?"
That man spread his hands, his face full of gloating.
"They're hiding."
"After Lu Chen took first place yesterday, who knows how many people in Scarlet Cloud County started talking about it. I heard someone passed by Hidden Dragon Martial Hall this morning and found its gates tightly shut. There was even a notice posted outside saying the hall master was unwell and not accepting disciples for the time being."
"Unwell?"
"More like