Zhang Yuanxing and Uncle Xiong boarded their boat and left. Before long, they faded from view.

Fu Shan couldn’t help but laugh. “The son of the Zhang Family Head has sharp eyes. But it’s also laughable; he doesn’t realize that you’re like a dragon soaring through the heavens. How could you be as simple as he seems to think?”

“People his age love recruiting talents for their own use,” said Su Yi offhandedly. “At least he’s ambitious.”

Fu Shan nodded. “Were he to ask any other talented youth in Guangling City, I’m afraid few would have refused him.”

The Cloudriver Prefectural Capital was the heart of the nineteen cities of the Cloudriver Prefecture. It was a far cry from places as remote as Guangling and Cloudfall City.

The Cloudriver Prefectural Capital was home to numerous factions big and small. Of them, four stood above all others. These peak-level factions included the prefectural government, which served the Great Zhou Dynasty directly, as well as the prefecture’s number one cultivation faction, Blueriver Sword Manor. The other two were large-scale family clans, the Zhang and Yuan Families.

All other local factions paled in comparison.

As the son of the Zhang Family Head, it was easy to imagine just how lofty Zhang...