"To witness Young Master Ning Zhuo sweep away his opponents is an honor for us all."
"No one will stand in your way!"
Ning Zhuo keenly sensed the malice in these compliments, but the smile on his face only deepened, as if he were completely oblivious.
The crowd automatically made way, allowing Ning Zhuo to calmly approach the stone platform.
Here, he saw many familiar faces.
"Gentlemen, we meet again." He greeted Patchwork Sun, Chen San, Jiang Xiaobian, Zhang Dadan, Ahuo, and others proactively.
Ning Zhuo had once hosted these people, forming a superficial acquaintance.
Everyone returned the salute one after another.
Some cultivators who were also participating in this Xingyun Trial but hadn't accepted Ning Zhuo's invitation to the banquet last time, now felt regret; had they known, they would have agreed and forged a connection with Ning Zhuo.
Patchwork Sun cupped his hands and responded to Ning Zhuo with a different attitude than before, showing more humility and respect.
