“Young Lord Su Yi has arrived!”

When they heard this shout, everyone glanced outside the military drill ground gates. A carriage had stopped outside, and a tall, lean figure emerged from within. He was clad in blue robes, his hands behind his back, his bearing transcendent and aloof.

This was none other than Su Yi.

Huang Qianjun trailed silently after him.

“He’s Su Yi? It doesn’t look like there’s anything special about him. If I didn’t know better, I’d assume he was a frail and gentle scholar,” said a girl in an ornate dress. She pursed her lips.

The elder beside her said gravely, “Lass, you mustn’t speak such nonsense. Last night’s battle has already proved that Su Yi is in no way comparable with a normal person. Even someone as strong as the Bluepeak Sword Elder, Zhou Huaiqiu, couldn’t take so much as a single swing of his sword. The power of his Martial Dao is such that even the city’s older generation can only lower their heads in shame before him. How could you underestimate someone like that?”

“Yes, Grandpa.” The girl in the ornate dress lowered her head in shame.

By now, who knew how many eyes had focused their attention on the young man in blue? Who knew how many prominent figures of the prior...