The Viper-Hearted Madam, the Leopard Saber Sect's Misery

Li Xian rode a fine steed at the front. Behind him came the carriage carrying Madam Wen, and behind that, a pitch-black coffin.

After entering the city gates.

The city's people rarely saw such a handsome and elegant figure. Hearing the hoofbeats, many turned to look.

Someone shouted, "It's Li the Eldest! Li the Eldest has entered the city!"

A clamor immediately arose. The citizens gathered along the streets, staring curiously and heaping him with praise:

"So this is Li the Eldest? He truly is as young and handsome as the rumors say."

"What a heroic and striking Li the Eldest—he looks like an immortal descended to earth."

"No wonder he could take an enemy general's head amidst ten thousand troops and subdue an entire army. His bearing truly differs from ordinary men."

"To see such a man even once is a blessing."

Only then did Li Xian realize that his reputation was no small thing. It was only natural for the common folk to flock over and watch the spectacle, but Madam Wen's thoughts turned through a hundred twists and were impossible to fathom. If they displeased her, several innocent lives might well be lost. He therefore glanced back at the carriage.

Seeing that Madam Wen gave no indication of displeasure, Li Xian felt somewhat relieved. He cupped his hands toward the citizens and said, "Good people, I have business to attend to. Please make way."

The citizens promptly moved aside to both sides. Their eyes were fixed entirely on Li Xian, and they completely overlooked the conspicuous coffin behind him.

The surroundings were noisy, yet Madam Wen did not reject the attention. If one was not admired by others, would one not be a mediocrity?

After passing several streets.

Li Xian saw the crowd growing larger and larger.