The others looked at Ning Xuan with dread. Their gazes toward Shen Bo, however, brimmed with envy.
Shen Bo hesitated for a moment before asking, "Ning… as in the 'ning' for peace?"
Ning Xuan nodded.
"So it's Brother Ning in person. I am from Jinhua County..."
"I am from Linlang County..."
"I come from Qingzhu County..."
In an instant, Ning Xuan found himself surrounded, each person more enthusiastic than the last.
Ning Xuan grabbed Shen Bo, who was about to be pushed away, and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"
"Six years ago, the Son of the Martial God Temple crossed the Canglan River from here. Before he left, he said one thing: from now on, Dong Yang County will have only one Ning Family!"
Ning Xuan's expression darkened, a fierce light flashing in his eyes. "Ning Yang! Who does he think he is to represent Dong Yang County!"
With those words, the surroundings fell silent. The crowd that had been so warm to Ning Xuan collectively stepped back.
