A month later.
Thousands of miles from Qingfeng City, located in a small city at the westernmost edge of Jiangzhou.
"Brother Fang, have you heard? A storyteller from a foreign land came to the teahouse, saying that in a month's time, two Third Grade masters will host a disciple recruitment event in Qingfeng City, regardless of background, only considering talent and comprehension..."
A young man excitedly rushed into a tavern to share this good news with everyone.
Inside the tavern, a group of young people were drinking and joking around. When they saw someone rushing in, they quieted down for a moment, and when he was halfway through speaking, they suddenly burst into laughter.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Dreaming in broad daylight before even starting to drink?"
"Two Third Grade masters? Publicly recruiting disciples..."
"Go on, keep making it up..."
Naturally, no one believed such words.
