Virtuous, and also a Highwayman

No one could see whether Zhong Hui's current expression was one of resentment, unwillingness, or if he had no expression at all.

Time truly could change many things.

In the short span of a year, Zhong Hui's cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds, and now he was fourth-ranked on the Proclamation of Golden Distinction.

But now his rival was no longer on the same level.

This wasn't speaking in terms of cultivation, but status.

Even if their strengths were similar, could Zhong Hui dare show any disrespect to Chen Changsheng?

The mountain path was still silent.

Innumerable gazes fell upon Chen Changsheng.

As long as he did not speak, Zhong Hui had to maintain his posture of courtesy.

Tang Thirty-Six's lips seemed to carry a smear of ridicule as he prepared to speak.

Zhexiu shook his head.