Everyone knew who the man in green ahead was.
"I've been in Yancheng for half a year, and this is the first time I've seen the true face of the Sword God!"
Along the roadside tavern, a swordsman, too excited to steady his wine bowl: "So young! Had I not seen it with my own eyes, I would hardly believe it."
The local martial artist proudly responded:
"Don't look at the Sword God of Xiaoxiang's young age. Now among the major sects of the Orthodox Path, even counting Shaolin and Wudang, who can rank before the Sword God?"
"Don't even think of finding one."
"How has the Fuwei Escort Agency in Fuzhou survived? It relies on the Sword God's overwhelming Sword Qi, which no one dares to confront. Weren't Shaolin and Wudang also there? Who cared if the Lin family lived or died?"
"Zhao is truly a hero!"
"Exactly!" someone voiced in agreement: "The leader of the Orthodox Path is undoubtedly the Sword God of Xiaoxiang!"
"..."