After breakfast, Fang Han fastened the Flowing Wind Sword to his waist. With steady steps, he left his villa and headed for the plaza where the Overall Martial Arts Stele was located.
"Senior Brother Fang."
"True Inheritor Fang."
The bluestone paths were already bustling with disciples in the early morning.
Upon seeing Fang Han, disciples, whether they knew him or not, all stopped to bow respectfully, their gazes filled with awe and curiosity.
Many disciples even began to follow him subconsciously, having clearly guessed the purpose of his trip.
"Is Senior Brother Fang going to test himself at the Overall Martial Arts Stele?"
"He must be. After all, today is the last day of the month!"
"Do you guys think Senior Brother Fang can surpass Senior Brother Chu Feng this time?"
