Word of the Five Poisons Divine Sect's return swept through the martial world of the Divine Land in next to no time.
It was as though the Five Poisons Divine Sect had already poured a fortune into publicity. A name no one had mentioned in who knew how many years had barely resurfaced before countless self-appointed experts sprang up throughout the martial world. Everywhere, people were recounting the sect's past and present, telling how it had once dominated the Southern Border and how even the sound of its name had struck terror into Jianghan's heroes... anyone who admitted they had never heard of the Five Poisons Divine Sect would have been too embarrassed to greet people when they went out!
Even the crowd of loafers at the Welcome Inn, who had long stayed out of the martial world, caught this foul wind. During that stretch, they repeatedly held sharp, heated debates over lofty yet utterly disconnected questions: how the Five Poisons Divine Sect's return would affect the current martial landscape, which was stronger between the Five Poisons Divine Sect and the White Lotus Cult, the Southern Border's old and new overlords, and so on. They argued until their faces flushed and spittle flew everywhere. If not for the mighty figure behind the counter, the inn would have needed at least two new sets of tables, chairs, and benches.
Zhao Cha had the time of her life... so much juicy gossip! She couldn't get through it all, simply couldn't!
Someone once said that wherever men gathered, the conversation always revolved around two topics: horny talk and armchair politics.
Yang Ge wholeheartedly agreed.
He did not care whether the Five Poisons Divine Sect returned to the martial world.
He was merely a little worried that if the Five Poisons Divine Sect and