Chen Yuan was in a battle at Wuxiang Mountain.
Throughout the Chizhan Hundred States, countless sects and families witnessed it through the array.
Within a mere half-day.
Even those ordinary women and children who hadn't seen it, or the elders in their seventies and eighties, heard about it and knew Chen Yuan's name.
"Oh my, is this for real?"
"That Wuxiang Mansion has been recorded as the strongest sect on our Chizhan Continent in an ancient text passed down from the ancestors of my family."
"And it was taken down by a reckless young fellow?"
An old man puffing on a dry pipe clicked his tongue and said.
"Hey, Old Li, don't say things carelessly, he's the strongest in our Chizhan Continent now. If I hear you saying these words, it's fine, but if those Immortal Masters overhear, watch out for your head."
The old man collecting straw beside him huffed.
Hearing this, Old Li jumped up in fear.
