When Fang Qianyuan finished regulating his breathing and returned to the camp, he suddenly felt that everyone seemed to be looking at him with a somewhat different expression and attitude.
"Oh, the Lord of a Thousand Miles is here!"
"Young Master Fang, are you feeling any better?"
"Young Master Fang, are you out to stretch your legs?"
Fang Qianyuan responded to their greetings, bewildered. When had he acquired the title of Lord of a Thousand Miles?
"You don't know? When Master arrived with his men and saw that you'd killed the ruthless bandit Xu Pingshan, the first thing he said was, 'Truly a thousand-mile steed of our sect!' Then some busybody said that since Master was the Lord of Ten Thousand Miles, you deserved the title of a thousand miles. That's how it spread," Sun Zhuo explained to Fang Qianyuan with a smile.
He also felt rather wistful. This title carried extraordinary significance. In the eyes of the world, it all but marked Fang Qianyuan as the heir to Jiang Yunfeng's mantle.
Sun Zhuo had actually prepared himself for this long ago. He knew the day would come when their master's lineage established Fang Qianyuan's standing, but he had never expected it to come so quickly.
Still, however inflated Xu Pingshan's cultivation might have been, he was a Tenth Transformation expert. Ordinary people could not retreat unscathed from an encounter with him. Fang Qianyuan had not only taken the initiative to attack but had also killed him, so in this world that revered the strong, he now possessed standing comparable to a Tenth Transformation expert.
In time, once his own cultivation reached the Tenth Transformation, he would surely be treated as one of the most renowned and formidable experts below Earth Rank.
Such a person might never reach Earth Rank,