As it grew late, the thousands of martial artists gathered around Dragon-Severing Terrace still refused to leave. Unable to see what was happening inside the villa, they all focused their attention on Ye Jingtang.
The martial world was vast, with hundreds of millions of fighters, yet there were only eight among the Eight Chiefs. An ordinary martial artist might only see one of them once or twice in a lifetime, so the fervor of those present was easy to imagine.
Ye Jingtang had always regarded himself as a wandering swordsman and put on none of the airs of a martial-world overlord. But with his immense fame, keeping a low profile was no easy task. The male heroes coming to greet him were manageable; the heroines everywhere were truly difficult to handle.
Surrounded on all sides, Ye Jingtang could only put on a stern, unsmiling expression. After weaving this way and that to reach an unoccupied spot and confirming that no further trouble had broken out in the villa, he finally headed down the mountain path.
Zhe Yunli wore a little skirt, with her five-foot saber resting on her shoulder. Walking backward along the mountain path, she continued reviewing the fight:
"Brother Jingtang, that technique of yours was far too overbearing. I remember you weren't this powerful back in Langxuan City. Did you find another treasure on your trip with Her Majesty the Empress Dowager?"
Dongfang Liren walked beside Ye Jingtang, supporting his arm. She was curious too. After all, the speed of his improvement was truly outrageous. From the day Wang Chihu had reached for his saber in the street until now, he had changed every single day without stopping.
Ye Jingtang moved his left shoulder and smiled. "I found the Yechi Tribe's secret manual. It's powerful, certainly, but it