Fortunately, the nickname wasn't too embarrassing,
even Bao Datong was called 'Iron Fist Invincible', the people of Jianghu just mentioned it casually in a flattering way, no need to take it too seriously.
As long as "Illusionary Sword," "Divine Sword," wasn't harsh to the ear, it was fine.
After Lu Gui descended the mountain, Zhao Rong was on the peak pondering the matter of Anren Wharf.
The pirates of Sha Corner Island had been mostly eradicated and could no longer stir up trouble; if it was about the martial artists who attacked at night...
The remnants of the Songshan Sect, the Demon Cult.
These two were the most likely.
Another seven or eight days passed, and Zhao Rong had a unique feeling in his practice of the Illusionary Sword technique.
If he were to fight someone on the summit of Tianzhu Peak, the power of the Illusionary Sword would be greater, this place with rising fogs and mixed mists was exactly in line with the essence of the swordsmanship.
"What a pity..."