After they exchanged names, Wanji learned of Fang Qianyuan's background and origins. To his surprise, she already knew who he was.
"Are you Young Master Fang, the distinguished disciple of the Lord of Ten Thousand Miles, known as the Lord of a Thousand Miles?"
"You actually know of me? My meager reputation is hardly worth mentioning. You flatter me, Fairy." Fang Qianyuan felt his eyelids twitch. He had never imagined that Wanji would know of him.
Wanji smiled serenely. "Your name has been making quite a stir lately, Young Master Fang."
"Has it?" Fang Qianyuan thought for a moment and soon understood what had happened.
It's all been puffed up! he thought privately.
The sect's Public Opinion Hall had begun putting its weight behind him, and its effectiveness was no empty boast. Rustic Otherkin such as those in the Snowman tribe, Xue Hong, and the Chief might not know of him, but those serving under the Realm Lord who ruled the Snow Realm would inevitably have heard something.
Their foundations and positions were different. As the supreme ruler of the Snow Realm, the Realm Lord and those close to that ruler were bound to know enough about the outside world.
And as it happened, Fang Qianyuan had been in the limelight lately, and word of his reputation had spread here as well.
Still, Wanji clearly knew little beyond his name. She was unfamiliar with the rest of his circumstances. Looking at him with some curiosity, she asked, "What brings you to the Snow Realm, Young Master Fang?"
Fang Qianyuan answered honestly, "I came to advance to Earth Rank."
Understanding dawned on Wanji. "I see."
Fang Qianyuan took the opportunity to ask, "Having ended up here, might I ask you to take pity on me, Fairy, and let me stay the