Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 20
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 34: New Map! The Underground Sewer and Slime!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 623: Old Friend From Younger Days
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
The young cultivators returning from the Northern Frontier were met with a warm reception from many of the citizens of the Divine Capital. At the city gates, a crowd of people had gathered, eagerly awaiting their arrival.
These young cultivators, whose moods had been somewhat low, felt their spirits lift at this sight. Sitting atop their horses, their postures straightened unconsciously, as if the gloom from before had been swept away.
Oftentimes, something like honor can bring more comfort than tangible rewards, and it often stired certain emotions and aspirations in people.
The fervent gazes of the ordinary citizens were something they might not have cared about on any other day, but at this moment, those gazes made them feel a sense of comfort, pride, and self-satisfaction.
The civilian's eyes swept repeatedly over the young cultivators entering the city. But soon, disappointment set in because no one had spotted the figure they most wanted to see.
"Where's Commander Chen?"
"Where is he? Can he come out and say a few words?"
Someone in the crowd called out loudly, looking toward the procession. "We all want to see Commander Chen!"
As that man shouted, others quickly joined in, echoing his words, "Yes, yes, where's Commander Chen? Come out and say a few words!"
A bold woman chimed in, "We want to see Commander Chen!"
In an instant, the city gate area became a frenzy. The young cultivators' expressions turned somewhat awkward, with many feeling a twinge of envy, though most of them were more inclined toward disdain.
Emotions were always complex.
Although Chen Chao's reputation in the Divine Capital was not particularly good among cultivators and prominent figures, it was a different story with the common people. Among the civilians, the young commander who had won first place at the Myriad Willow Convention and later made quite a name for himself was actually well-regarded. Rumors about him had already spread far and wide, and many of the citizens secretly hoped that this young martial artist would one
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