The clatter of hooves rang out as a white BMW and a red BMW entered Zhao City. The young man was radiant and extraordinarily eye-catching.
"Little Martial Uncle, it's so lively here."
"After all, this is the provincial capital."
After leaving the Sword-Washing Pavilion, Qin Sheng and Jiang Zhiwei had ridden hard without delaying along the way, returning smoothly to his hometown.
On the way out, he had sought the path ahead; upon returning, he had already reached the summit.
"The Young Hall Master is back!"
A delighted cry rang out within the Scarlet Edge Martial Academy, making everyone look up in unison.
The person every Scarlet Edge student knew well strolled into the training grounds.
"Young Hall Master!"
"Senior Brother Qin!"
"..."
Qin Sheng held great prestige in the Scarlet Edge Martial Academy and was deeply respected, mainly because far too many students had received his guidance.
Among martial artists, righteousness came first. It was unlike an age ruled by material desires—people really would travel far into the desert for a promise, or slaughter an entire family for one.
Even these young lads still learning martial arts had been influenced by all sorts of tales of chivalry and instinctively imitated them.
That was the power of publicity.
"Practice your swords properly. What kind of behavior is all this shouting and commotion?" Qin Sheng's voice drowned them out, displaying his profound inner strength. The many students immediately quieted down.
Senior Brother Qin's breath was long and powerful. Could he have already opened his Dantian?
"Little Martial Uncle, they all listen to you." Jiang Zhiwei smiled.
"Maybe because this is my family's martial academy." Qin Sheng liked to tell the truth.
"Xiao Sheng!"
Qin Sheng's mother, Ruan Mei, hurried over with delight written all over her face. She grabbed him and