"The whole of Nanzhou owes Wang Xiu a debt of gratitude. Without him, the chaos would have been indescribable. Had the Demon Race flooded in, Nanzhou would have been plunged into utter devastation—a fate ten thousand times worse than our current reality!"
"To have achieved so much at such a young age... you'd be hard-pressed to find anyone in the ancient records who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him!"
Some sighed. In Vermilion Bird City, booksellers had even begun writing biographies for Wang Xiu, chronicling his legend. Countless young people swarmed to buy them, and demand quickly outstripped supply.
Young prodigies are often arrogant. It is rare for an extremely young talent to earn the genuine admiration of all their peers.
Wang Xiu had done it.
