As Tian Ling and Lian Ziyue walked toward Mei Lianhua's palace, the atmosphere within the sect was bustling. Many disciples moved through the corridors and courtyards, but upon noticing Tian Ling's presence, they halted their activities to observe him with admiration and respect. It was evident that keeping a low profile was no longer an option for him.
"It seems my last fight drew more attention than I imagined," Tian Ling thought, noticing the gazes directed at him. During his last confrontation, many disciples had watched and witnessed his strength. Some even questioned why he wasn't already a principal elder of the sect.
Lian Ziyue noticed his pensive look and smiled softly.
"It appears you've become a celebrity in the sect, brother," she remarked, giving him an amused glance.
Tian Ling shrugged, a slight smile appearing on his lips. "Perhaps it's inevitable. I can't remain anonymous forever," he replied in a low voice. "But I'd prefer to avoid so much attention."
