Willow Alley.

A run-down courtyard-style residence built of clay.

Su Yi and Feng Xiaofeng sat on the stone steps, each holding jars of wine as they drank and chatted away. 

Feng Xiaoran was crouched not far away, holding a blade of grass and teasing the crickets. 

They’d already taken A-Fei home. Huang Qianjun, meanwhile, had gone out to purchase a residence.

“Senior Apprentice Brother Su, you really are different than before,” sighed Feng Xiaofeng. Even now, he found it hard to stay calm when he recalled everything he witnessed at the House of Prosperity. 

Even someone as strong as Chen Jinlong had no choice but to kneel and lower his head.

Even those with backgrounds as lofty as Nian Yunqiao and Yan Chengrong died; Su Yi killed them just like that.

Even the likes of Madam Cuiyun and Elder Li were not enough to shake Su Yi’s calm composure or affect his unrestrained air!

It would be a stretch, but Feng Xiaofeng could still just barely explain this as the authority of the Purple Jade Token.

It was only after Zhou Zhili’s group arrived that Feng Xiaofeng fully realized that his Senior Apprentice Brother Su was no longer the person he’d once known so well! Su Yi’s prestige was so great that even Martial Dao Grandmasters needed to take the initiative to ingratiate...