"Fellow cultivators, do not be deceived by the malicious slander of scoundrels. You must know that this lad is the Third Young Master of the Icy Frost Sect, the most worthless of all their masters. Just a year ago, he knelt and crawled through my legs on Ice Dragon Island in public!"
"How can you believe the words of such a person? He's nothing but a charlatan seeking attention!"
"What remnants of a Half-Saint Strong Expert, what do you know that you dare to spout nonsense in front of so many elders?"
Just as everyone was shocked, a discordant voice came through, familiar in sound. Looking in the direction of the voice, it was Bei Feng, who had been seen before at Lingxue Pavilion. This time, Bei Feng was not surrounded by a gaggle of admirers, but followed by a young cultivator, sturdy in build, exuding a masculine aura.
"Brother, is this the Third Young Master Han you spoke of? The one with the token from Bei Bingyang?"
The burly man beside him spoke slowly.