"Young Master Su Ling, I heard you challenged Gao Yang, the eldest son of the Gao Family, a while ago. How did it turn out?" someone asked, unable to contain their curiosity.
"Exactly! I heard you were unhappy with his ranking on the Tianwu List, so you took an iron sword and went straight to the Gao Family. Did you actually defeat him?" others who knew Young Master Su Ling's character chimed in.
The Tianwu List was a strength-ranking leaderboard specifically for the young cultivators of Cangyun City. Only the top fifty were listed, and anyone who made it was an undisputed genius, one of the true prodigies of their generation.
Faced with the questions, Su Ling wasn't angry at all. Instead, he looked intrigued. He slicked back his greased pompadour again, a hint of arrogance appearing on his handsome face. "Gao Yang? How could he possibly be my opponent?"
