Li Qingxian turned to Cui Dianxing and smiled. "Mr. Cui."
Cui Dianxing studied Li Qingxian, his gaze flickering rapidly, then realization dawned on him. "I see. You are the Jade Cup Young Master, Li Qingxian? Middle Rank Fate Arts Masters this young can be counted on one hand. That tall guard must be Lord Zhou Hen, then? A pity I joined the River Guard Army so late. Had I gone a few years earlier, I would never have failed to recognize General Zhou."
The nearby examinees looked their way.
Li Qingxian smiled. "Travel has its inconveniences, so I concealed my identity. I hope you will forgive me, Mr. Cui."
"Nothing wrong with that. Perfectly normal," Cui Dianxing said. "A pity I only noticed that you were out of the ordinary. I never imagined the illustrious Marquis of Far-Reaching would behave just like an ordinary cultivator."
"Brother Cui, what's going on?" A friend of Cui Dianxing's came over to ask.
Smiling, Cui Dianxing recounted what he had seen and heard of Li Qingxian on the journey. People nearby gathered around to listen to his account.
Once Cui Dianxing finished, someone said with a laugh, "Before meeting him, I thought the Marquis of Far-Reaching would either be a noble young master who stood proud above the whole world, or a scholarly youth mature beyond his years and engrossed in Fate Arts. I never expected him to go around visiting people and chatting, still keeping a youthful heart. A rare thing."
"That's a fairly flattering impression. Since the Marquis of Far-Reaching wiped out hundreds of thousands of the demon race in the flick of a finger, people back home say he has a blue face and tusks, stands thirty feet tall, and can swallow millions of demons in one mouthful."
Everyone burst into