Escape

"The things they say about you?"

Black Roc's smile stiffened.

"About that… I'm not sure. All I've heard is that Your Excellency's mastery of martial arts and dream dao is matchless. A prodigy that only turns up once every few thousand years!"

"Is that so?"

Fang Yuan stared at him, eyes twinkling.

He was in fact very much aware of his own reputation. He had killed sages, which was an act of taboo as a dream master. He had also made a name for himself as a martial artist, which gave people a sense that he had been punching above his weight.

The martial artists, on the other hand, were jealous of his spectacular achievements in the dream dao.

Fang Yuan had virtually offended everyone and had thus achieved widespread notoriety.

Fang Yuan had not made things difficult for Black Roc though.