"So this is Young Master Murong of Gusu's Southern Murong. I've long admired your name." Someone who heard Murong Fu's name came over to greet him.
Previously, Duan Yu had taken the blame for Lin Lang and earned himself the title of Great Hero. He had shown it off before Wang Yuyan so often that Bao Butong and the other retainers were furious.
At the time, Murong Fu had already become an Assistant Regional Commander in Western Xia and had not appeared in public for a long time.
After learning about this, Murong Fu had followed Western Xia First-Class Hall to Great Song. He soon defeated quite a few villains of Jianghu, taking advantage of Qiao Feng's expulsion from the Southern Beggars' Gang to send his own reputation soaring. For a time, he became the foremost figure of the younger generation.
But what Murong Fu wanted was not the title of the younger generation's greatest martial artist. He wanted others to call him a Great Hero and willingly assist him in restoring Great Yan.
Murong Fu also rose and cupped his hands. Although he did not know the man, people came over to greet him and offer him a toast upon hearing his name. That was enough.
Before long, seven people had come to greet him, including disciples of prestigious major sects.
Bao Butong said beside Duan Yu's ear, "Do you see the gulf between you and our young master now?"
Duan Yu very much wanted to say, If I said I was the Heir of the Prince of Zhennan of Dali, plenty of people would come to greet me too.
But he could not say it. He had never expected that even people here in Great Ming knew the old rumor that he was not Duan Zhengchun's son.
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