Someone has already recognized Jie Wenzhan.
"It's Jie Wenzhan from the Canglang Sect!"
"It's him, the one with the curly hair and good looks."
"Full of a sense of justice, truly a model for us all."
"So he's the one who received the legacy of the mighty? No wonder!"
The surrounding exclamations of admiration made Jie Wenzhan a little embarrassed.
The cultivator under Jie Wenzhan's foot was already shivering; he just saw a pretty young lady and wanted to take advantage, not expecting to provoke Jie Wenzhan, who was now one of the two great talents of the day, and with the backing of a great sect like Canglang Sect. How could he afford to offend such a person?
"No, Senior Jie, spare me, I won't do it again, never again. I didn't do anything, I didn't even touch the lady's face, I just said a few things I shouldn't have. Senior, spare me. I will never dare again." The cultivator at Jie Wenzhan's feet cried and begged for mercy.
"Scram." Jie Wenzhan kicked the cultivator away.
