It was indeed Feng Tianming.
"I am here, Qing Ge, waiting for you," Feng Tianming said, his voice not loud, but it had an inexplicable piercing quality that instantly spread in all directions.
"Where is Qing Ge?" People looked around, searching for Qing Ge's figure.
Unbeknownst to them, their way of addressing Qing Ge had changed from the disdainful "son-in-law" to his actual name.
It's a law of the jungle, where the strong are respected.
Although they were deeply dissatisfied with Qing Ge's arrogance and provocative words, they at least started to recognize Qing Ge's strength.
At this moment, the sound of clear footsteps appeared.
The crowd turned their heads.
Many people saw Qing Ge for the first time.
"Although his appearance is ordinary, his demeanor is exceptionally extraordinary!" They commented.
Compared to Feng Tianming, "Qing Ge" did not seem imposing or handsome enough.
But the way he strode with his sword exuded a distinct and unique aura.
