Chu Kuangren had disappeared for three years, and his deeds had gradually been overshadowed by the endless emergence of other Heavenly Prides, but some people had not forgotten him.
In Northern Ridge Dao Province, for instance, Chu Kuangren's name remained a legend passed from mouth to mouth among cultivators and commoners alike.
His feat of slaying a hundred thousand Demon Cultivators and saving the Dao Province had been recorded in history, leaving a good name for generations to come. Countless cultivators held him up as their example.
Yun Feiyang was one of them.
"Northern Ridge Dao Province, huh? How has it been lately, after that Demon Calamity?" A reminiscent look crossed Chu Kuangren's face before he asked.
He had only asked casually, but Yun Feiyang saw it as concern for the common people. Such kindness made him admire Chu Kuangren even more.
"That Demon Calamity inflicted tremendous losses on the Dao Province, leaving every sect sorely depleted of talent. But things have gradually recovered over the past few years, and even the legacy of the Mountain River Sect, which was destroyed back then, has been reestablished," Yun Feiyang said.
"That's good, then."
"By the way, Fellow Daoist Chu, are you heading to Sword-Worshipping City too?"
"Sword-Worshipping City?" Chu Kuangren looked slightly puzzled.
Seeing his expression, Yun Feiyang realized he had misunderstood. "Sword-Worshipping City is holding its Sword-Seizing Tournament soon, and cultivators from all over are going to join the excitement. I thought you were doing the same, Fellow Daoist Chu."
"Oh? You're all going to Sword-Worshipping City?"
"Yes."
"Then that works out. Let's go together." Chu Kuangren grew a little interested.
"Really? Wonderful!" Yun Feiyang became even more excited. Traveling with his idol was something he had dreamed of.
Along the way, Yun Feiyang was extremely friendly toward Chu Kuangren.