"Take care, Senior. This humble official still has duties to attend to, so I will not see you any farther."
Despite saying that, the clerk followed him step for step to the hall entrance and respectfully saw Jiang Yang out.
Many cultivators passing by witnessed this scene. Though they did not dare approach too closely, most looked at him with ardent admiration.
After all, Jiang Yang's performance on the battlefield had been plain for all to see, and his name as the Sword Immortal Autumn's Arrival had truly made its mark.
For now, it was confined to Far-Reaching City, but once the cultivators returned to their respective homes, it would soon spread throughout the Four Kingdoms.
Jiang Yang had long since grown accustomed to all manner of gazes and paid them little heed. He gave the official a slight nod, then vanished from where he stood.
Only after Jiang Yang left did the murmurs around them swell into a clamor.
Some pushed forward with their heads down, hoping to catch a glimpse of something novel; some seized the chance to boast that they had been there at the time; others arrived too late and sighed, wringing their hands in regret. Naturally, there were also female cultivators huddled in groups of three or five, whispering among themselves.
Cultivators were people too, and a taste for watching a spectacle was only natural.
Though the Zheng Kingdom asked cultivators to risk their lives, it was generous with its rewards. Everyone who went onto the battlefield had military merit recorded, regardless of how many enemies they killed.
The city had also posted detailed lists of what these merits could buy. Whether spirit resources, precious materials, or all manner of Spirit Elixir, they could come and exchange their merits for them.
Thus, the entrance to