Zhao Rong faintly understood why his wife often scrutinized the giant stele.
His gaze wandered aimlessly across its surface, traveling higher and higher…
Before long, wanting to shift his attention away, Zhao Rong found these names uninteresting, almost unrecognizable.
Just then, his eyes lightly brushed past a three-character name.
In an instant, Zhao Rong's eyes sharply focused.
"Zhao Xi...fu?"
High upon the giant stele, the name "Zhao Xifu" clearly entered his vision.
Zhao Rong subconsciously called out in a low voice, then focused his gaze once more.
A line of dazzling text, boldly displayed :
Zhao Xifu, nineteen years old, Sword Cultivator, Golden Core Third Grade.
"Nineteen-year-old Golden Core Realm…"
Zhao Rong sucked in his breath, rubbing his eyes, thinking he might be seeing things; but the inscription remained silently hanging high above.
"Is this... Shopkeeper Zhao, or someone with the same name?"
