How could the people of Huanxi Mountain Villa possibly know what had happened in the distance? They excitedly discussed the recent events, thinking of Shi Niu's imposing might and feeling deeply envious. Many secretly resolved that once they returned to the sect, they would work even harder and strive to have such a mighty moment themselves someday.
Only Shi Niu remained as steady as before, driving the carriage onward without a wobble, seemingly unaware that others had made him their idol. Fortunately, they had just gone through that so-called great battle, so he had no mind to stretch his throat and sing his signature songs. Otherwise, the image he had just built in everyone's hearts might have collapsed at once.
Of course, not everyone from the manor was in high spirits, nor was everyone as calm as still water. The only unhappy one was probably He Tianshu.
He Tianshu could not be called exceptionally outstanding among the Misty Sect disciples, but he was still one of the better ones. Though he had been "exiled" to Huanxi Mountain Villa to tend medicinal fields, his martial arts were there for all to see—otherwise, how could he have become a captain? He had always known there was a gap between himself and Shi Niu, but he had never known how wide that gap was. Now, it seemed that he had fought his opponent for half the day without a victor, and the other side had appeared to retain some strength. Yet Shi Niu had exchanged blows with their leader and sent him flying with a single palm strike, leaving him injured and vomiting blood. The gap between himself and Shi Niu was clearly not just a little bit. It seemed he had truly been like a frog at the bottom of a well,