Among the tens of thousands of cultivators at Jinxiu, there wasn't even the strength for noisy uproar.
Many were eager to make a name for themselves in such a setting, ordinary true disciples, or those who felt underappreciated among the common folk. But once they witnessed Xiang Anshi's Sea Realm, they understood their own limits. If that level of power could be easily controlled by others, then what of the unworldly visitor who danced so gracefully?
A deathly silence enveloped the hearts of the Jinxiu people, growing heavier, too heavy to move or push away.
"Senior Brother, is the gap really that vast?"
Hou Niao was surrounded by a group of people, all friends from the Shan Sect's Anhe region. The speaker was Mao Qifeng, the eldest among the true disciples of the Shan Sect. Of course, he didn't see himself as such, and he was the first Sword Cultivator from the Shan Sect to enter Horse Hoof Town, a fact evident in his demeanor.
