"Impressive!"
"Everyone in Jinhua and Quzhou must be thrilled, wishing that the man from Hengyang would visit more often."
The three men laughed as they clinked their glasses together.
These significant figures were quite distant from them, commoners of the martial world, but gossiping provided a delightful accompaniment to their drinks.
"Speaking of Blackwood Cliff, it terrifies the heart, but mention the Sword God of Xiaoxiang and everyone praises him. Lately, many people have been imitating his dress and roaming the martial world, which shows how much they admire him."
During their conversation, the middle-aged man with an eight-character mustache pointed ahead and laughed,
"Look, isn't there one over there?"
The two companions turned to look and indeed saw a young man in green clothing, sitting alone with a sword.
The three men clinked their glasses again, laughing about to say something.