Ji Shanming's light exclamation drew the attention of the Martial Saints on the chariot.
In an instant, all the Martial Saints' gazes fell on Chu Zheng. Their expressions varied—some curious, some scrutinizing.
Many looks were quite subtle, making it difficult for Chu Zheng to discern their intentions.
For a moment, Chu Zheng furrowed his brow. After confirming that there was no fluctuation in the Tribulation Qi beside him, he felt slightly at ease.
The relationship between him and the Martial Hall was far from cordial. At least two Great Saints of Martial Path had died because of him, and those in the Martial Hall who held goodwill toward him were likely few and far between.
After a brief examination, Ji Shanming's expression visibly softened:
"Truly a peerless talent, with a majestic bearing like a dragon or phoenix."
"The Great Saint flatters me."
