The man with the lazy voice walked over slowly.
Wherever he passed, the Zeng Family parted to either side like the sea before Moses, making way for him.
Every pair of eyes followed him, full of trust and hope.
Clearly, they had complete faith in him.
The spectators did not feel the same.
From the distant crowd, someone muttered in a voice barely above a whisper, "The Crimson Blood Saber was a master on the verge of becoming a True Person, and he lost in a single move. Someone who only became a True Person a few years ago... won't be enough either!"
The newcomer smiled toward the crowd. "To the friend who thinks I won't be enough: I admit you have a point, but hearing you say it makes me unhappy."
With that, he waved a hand in that direction.
A short young man in the crowd went pale and turned to run. He had taken only one step when something struck him like an invisible galloping horse. He flew through the air and crashed to the ground some distance away, his face covered in blood.
He screamed twice in pain, then hurriedly clapped a hand over his mouth, not daring to make another sound.
At least... his injuries did not appear fatal.
During that little interruption, the man who had spoken reached the Zeng Family's gate, descended the steps, and stopped less than five paces from Pan Long.
"I've heard of the One-Coin Hero of Yi Province," he said. "But you may not have heard of me."
"Zeng Xiaoqiang, the Zeng Family's second True Person of this generation. I've heard of you," Pan Long said.
Zeng Xiaoqiang smiled. Though he was over ninety, he looked not yet thirty. He was tall and lean, handsome, with a gentle, scholarly