Pan Long rested in Qiaonan Town for four or five days and met quite a few famous figures of the Martial World from across Yi Province.
Some, like Ethereal Young Master Jiang Bei, seemed easy to get along with at first glance, but closer observation revealed unfathomable depths that put him on guard. Others, like Dutong Wanderer of the Cloud-Cleaving Blade, needed only to meet him once and sweep him with the corner of an eye for him to feel an icy, blade-sharp killing intent that set alarm bells ringing in his heart. Then there were people like White Flower Lady, known as Furrowed Brow. She looked delicate and frail, yet he did not even want to approach her. He had resolved that if he encountered her in the Treasure Secret Realm, he would keep a safe distance of at least ten zhang.
He had met each of the latter two only once. Dutong Wanderer had arrived in Qiaonan Town one evening wearing an iron headband and a tattered monk's robe, carrying an earthen alms bowl, with a rust-covered Precept Blade hanging at his waist. He looked like an ordinary down-and-out wandering monk, but a single sweep of his gaze made nearly everyone around him instinctively step aside. Not one person dared go near him.
Pan Long had been eating wontons with He Jixiang and his nephew He Ping. When the wandering monk's gaze swept over them, both uncle and nephew froze with a mouthful of wonton. They could neither swallow nor spit it out and nearly choked. Pan Long met the monk's eyes for a moment. The monk then lowered his gaze and walked away chanting sutras like any ordinary monk.
Only after he had gone far away did the uncle and nephew catch their breath.
"That was Dutong