Chapter 12 - 8 Today’s Humiliation
The disciples of Yin Sword Mountain stood across the waterway, gazing at the gradually quieting tea house in the distance.
"That leader, so young, yet resolute and ruthless."
"His blade technique is sharp and fierce; it must have taken him twenty years to hone it..."
"We've been in the Capital City for quite a while, but why have we never heard of such a figure before?"
The disciples focused on martial arts were awed and remarked.
Meanwhile, the disciples focused on cultivation shook their heads repeatedly.
"His cultivation fate isn't deep—just a worldly martial artist."
"How could someone like him possibly achieve enlightenment on the path of immortality?"
"What a pity he has a good face; if he were to cultivate, who knows how many sisters might succumb to worldly desires."
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Amid the chatter, a teenage girl, about thirteen or fourteen years old, holding a horsetail whisk, slowly walked into Zhou Yitang's seven-foot radius.