The two young n practicing near the Stone Lock Array noticed them.
One of them had a massive build, his muscles knotted like they were carved from granite, wearing a sleeveless vest with sweat trickling down his bronze skin.
The other was tall and slender, dressed in loose white training clothes, his gaze sharp as an eagle’s.
Seeing Wei Banng, both imdiately stopped what they were doing and approached with big, cheerful smiles.
"Junior Sister! You’re back?" the burly young man said in a loud, hearty voice.
"And this is..." The young man in white focused his bright eyes on Fang Qingyu, his curiosity and a hint of excitent barely concealed.
Wei Banng nodded, a rare softness showing on her usually aloof face when greeting fellow disciples: "Yes. Let introduce, these two are the senior brothers who are joining us in this Hidden Dragon Plan. This is Chu Kuanglan." She pointed to the burly young man.
"And this is Lu Jiuyuan." She indicated the young man in white.
"This is Fang Qingyu, and Jiang Wei."
Upon hearing this, Chu Kuanglan’s tiger-like eyes instantly radiated a stunning brightness, and his palm-like hand shot out, his voice booming enough to make the air around them vibrate:
"God Fang! I’ve long heard of your great na! Finally, I get to et you in person! I’m Chu Kuanglan! Just call Little Chu!"
Lu Jiuyuan followed suit quickly, grasping Fang Qingyu’s hand with a strong grip typical of Martial Artists, rough and powerful, his eyes eager: "God Fang! Lu Jiuyuan! A pleasure indeed! We’ve heard your exploits in Songdu City so much our ears have calluses!"
Fang Qingyu was montarily taken aback by the sudden enthusiasm and the title "God Fang," a helpless look flashing in his eyes, yet he calmly shook hands with both: "Fang Qingyu. Just call by my na."
"God Fang," indeed, sounded rather awkward.
"How could we," Chu Kuanglan said vigorously, shaking Fang Qingyu’s hand with such force that his excitent nearly spat out, "you crushed a Divine Chosen! My heavens! And a Tier Two Divine Chosen at that! We’ve heard about Sikong Zhen, that bastard, and Pan Yan’s renowned na in the Western Realm too, with his absurdly strong Power of Earth! Yet you pressed him down and smashed his head in the ruins! Such a feat, it’s damn satisfying! And damn amazing!"
Lu Jiuyuan nodded rapidly in agreent, adding: "Exactly! And that red-headed, white-bodied Fierce Beast! Our Pavilion Master said himself, that thing’s power was close to Tier Two! Yet you and this little Sister Jiang here took it down too! Such strength, such achievents, God Fang you truly deserve the title!"
Their voices were filled with genuine admiration and a trace of fanaticism, resonating throughout the training field, drawing curious glances from nearby Dragon Abyss Pavilion disciples.
Wei Banng stood beside them, listening to the unabashed praise from her senior brothers.
A rare blush appeared on her aloof face, a vein seed to be pounding on her temple.
She hastily stepped forward, grabbing both excessively enthusiastic senior brothers by an arm each, pushing them toward the Stone Lock Array:
"Alright, alright! Train! Get to training! Why so much chatter! They just arrived, and you’re scaring them!"
"Hey hey, Junior Sister don’t push, we haven’t yet..."
"Go train!" Wei Banng’s tone was unquestionable, her hands added a bit of Dark Force.
Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan stumbled forward, wanting to say more, but upon eting Wei Banng’s "keep talking, and I’ll beat you" look, they could only give a sheepish grin and waved at Fang Qingyu: "God Fang, we’ll talk later! We must have a good chat later!"
"Yes, yes, God Fang, take your ti!"
The two were reluctantly "expelled" back to the training area by Wei Banng, casting glances back every few steps.
Wei Banng breathed a sigh of relief, turned around with a fleeting blush still on her face, saying to Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei, "Ahem... let’s go, I’ll take you to complete the formalities first, then we’ll buy so daily necessities."
Fang Qingyu nodded, indicating understanding.
He only brought the necessary weapons, docunts, and a few changes of clothes; Jiang Wei’s little backpack likely contained nothing but lollipops.
"Mm." Jiang Wei also softly replied.
The three stepped back into the special elevator connecting to the Pocket World Blessed Land.
Wei Banng pressed the button.
The elevator started again, that faint feeling of weightlessness occurring.
A mont later, the elevator door silently slid open.
Fang Qingyu, holding Jiang Wei’s hand, followed Wei Banng out one step, his eyes habitually scanning the sparse figures in the corridor.
However, at this very mont.
Fang Qingyu saw a very familiar yet deeply unforgettable red na title.
His steps instantly froze on the spot.
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