Huang Xiao withdrew his gaze, then said to Liu Jinyi, "We should be on our way too."
Liu Jinyi looked around and saw that many of the Jianghu people had dispersed, clearing the road. He nodded. "Yes, there's no time to lose. We'd best hurry to Mist City."
"Some still haven't given up?" Seeing quite a few Jianghu people pursuing Fan Zhongkun in the direction he had fled, Chen Biao shook his head with a laugh.
"With a treasured saber like that, there will always be people clinging to a sliver of hope," Huang Xiao sighed.
In the Jianghu, struggles over treasures and cultivation methods had always been like this.
"How could ordinary people possess something like that? Not only will their efforts come to nothing, they'll lose their lives too," Chen Biao said. "But if they did happen to get it, that really would be..."
In the end, Chen Biao did not finish. Such a possibility existed, but it was far too slim.
Whatever the treasure, it generally ended up in the hands of a major power.
When the convoy set off, the Jianghu people nearby all moved aside.
To them, the name of the Rare Treasures Pavilion alone was enough of a deterrent.
Now that they also knew there was a Half-Step Martial Realm expert among the convoy, they had even less inclination to try anything.
"That brat is a Half-Step Martial Realm expert? You're talking nonsense, right?"
"You arrived late, so of course you don't know. Even the Envoy from the Heavenly Evil Sect said so."
"Oh, then it should be true. But I reckon he's some old fossil who's maintained a youthful appearance. How else could he be so powerful?"
"But that Envoy said he was young... Hmm, you have a point. The Half-Step Martial Realm-how