Fang Qingyun had been at the Martial Arts Academy for a year now. Although his talents limited his ranking to a modest position, his popularity was absolutely unrivaled.
He had a large group of friends and could strike up a conversation with anyone. Moreover, he was honest and upright; everyone liked his character.
Despite his limited cultivation, not many people took him seriously when considering his future prospects, but there was no need to offend him.
After all, he was universally recognized as a good, honest, and reliable person.
And since everyone was a martial artist, a little walking wasn't valued much. So, when Fang Qingyun came to the entrance of the Martial Arts Academy to look around, a large group of both men and women would also follow to take a peek.
It wasn't much of an exercise, hardly enough to aid digestion. It was the perfect opportunity to relax during the time when the old students were graduating and the new ones had not yet arrived.
