Previously, Fang Zheng had always attracted attention, as he was the most handsome among everyone here. And now, upon hearing Bacho mention his name, everyone was greatly surprised, even Ji Yanran widened her eyes, looking at him in astonishment.
"Could this be the 'Saint of the Zither' Fang Zheng, famous throughout the Six Kingdoms?"
What the hell is this ridiculous title?
Upon hearing this title, Fang Zheng's expression slightly darkened. What is a Saint of the Zither, you might accidentally hear it as a Love Saint!
Though he was mocking inwardly, Fang Zheng still stood up and saluted the crowd.
"I am indeed Fang Zheng."
And at this moment, a man on the other side sneered out loud, staring at him.
"I've long heard of Young Master Fang's name, like thunder echoing in the ears. I've heard that Young Master Fang, with just a zither, wiped out eight hundred Gray Beard bandits. It's truly hard to imagine."
"Oh, thank you for the compliment."
