The dark clouds dispersed, and warm sunshine bathed the earth.
The long-lost brightness made it hard for people to open their eyes, while also bringing a comforting warmth.
At this moment, in the streets and alleys of Lingjing City, everyone was fervently discussing the deeds of the prodigy Shen Zhong. In just an hour, Chen Yang had become the contemporary first among the younger generation on Yuning Mountain, in the realm of their conversations.
Some even arrogantly claimed that, given a little time, Shen Zhong could rival the former Chen Changsheng, showcasing what it means to dominate an era single-handedly.
In any case, discussions were flying everywhere.
And Shen Zhong, the protagonist himself, was presently sitting in a noodle shop, listening to the surrounding patrons enthusiastically talking about his deeds, while his expression remained unchanged, focused on eating noodles.
Chen Yang never really liked noodles.
