A single cry of "Benefactor!" drew everyone's gaze.
Huanzhu Louzhu's Sword-Dueling Gathering and the successive battles against Western Kunlun had been much talked about in recent years. Both events had brought several talented young people into the public eye, and Cheng Xinzhan of Three Pure Ones Mountain certainly counted among the famous ones.
As everyone looked over, many recognized him and began calling out everything from Cheng Sanyuan to Cheng Yifu to Cheng Xinzhan.
Cheng Xinzhan cupped his hands toward those inside the tower, did not dare enter, and fled.
Jiang Nanjing chased after him and said urgently,
"Benefactor, why not come inside and sit awhile? All the younger generation of Yu Zhang are here."
Cheng Xinzhan smiled and waved a hand.
He had gained some fame over the past few years, but there was no need to keep putting himself on display. They were all young people; who wanted a celebrated figure sitting beside them?
Besides, both the Sword-Dueling Gathering and the successive battles against Western Kunlun that had made his name had involved many First Realm cultivators and few Second Realm ones. After all, lifespan no longer increased throughout the Second Realm, and everyone was busy seeking Gang and baleful intent and practicing divine abilities. He had only become famous because the times lacked heroes.
At the Sword-Dueling Gathering in particular, Huanzhu Louzhu had suppressed the contestants' cultivation realms, so the matches had proved little. As for Western Kunlun, what had truly made people remember him had not been his own abilities either: one thing was his reputation as the Righteous Talisman, and the other was his escape from a Third Realm cultivator. But even that had involved his martial uncle's help. It truly was nothing to boast about.
Jiang Nanjing naturally did not think of any of