Evan Lin sat there, his expression calm, showing almost no reaction to the man's words.
"Get out of the car."
Evan said.
The group got out of the car.
The driver stuck his head out and shouted, "If you really see an immortal, help me beg him for a wife!"
"A lonely old bachelor can’t take it anymore!"
The driver kept shouting.
Evan walked at the front, with Yvette Locke and Queenie Tong arm-in-arm beside him.
Grandmaster You walked on Evan’s other side, glancing around with a strange expression.
"There are a lot of strong auras here. They're not as powerful as you, but honestly, Coldspire Peak almost never saw this many experts before. Even across all of Hong Kong, I doubt so many masters ever gathered in one place."
"Back when I was a so-called grandmaster in Hong Kong, I met plenty of so-called experts, but there were never this many with such high cultivation. And a lot of these people are speaking mainland dialects, too."
Grandmaster You observed closely, choosing his words with care.
He’d been rooted in Coldspire Peak for years, and had never once heard of any so-called immortal showing up here.
It was only what happened last night that completely overturned Grandmaster You’s worldview.
Just take that wind, thunder, and lightning for example—Grandmaster You used to think he stood above the masses, but the moment that tribulation descended, he instantly felt like nothing more than a bug.
"Mm."
Evan neither agreed nor disagreed.
As they walked forward, the crowd thickened—all of them clearly here to see the so-called immortal.
In the distance, what was once the hundred-meter-high Coldspire Peak was now a shattered heap of rubble.
You could tell just how terrifying the tribulation was last night by looking at it now.
"I wonder if I’ll get a chance to become the immortal’s disciple this time."
"You probably could. You’re tall and handsome—maybe that’s just the immortal’s type."
A few young people walked past Evan and the others, their excitement written all over their faces.
"Is someone impersonating you?"
Grandmaster You cautiously asked Evan.
If it were before, Grandmaster You would’ve been curious about all these rumors and gone to check them out.
But now, he knew perfectly well the 'immortal' everyone was talking about was actually Master Lin from Seacrest standing right beside him.
What happened last night was already a story everyone in Hong Kong knew without even having to think about it.
After last night, Evan left with everyone else.
What happened on Coldspire Peak after that was anyone’s guess.
So if someone showed up now trying to fish in troubled waters—using Evan’s name to scam a meal or two—it actually makes sense.
"Let’s go check it out."
Evan nodded.
He didn’t have much patience for these kinds of con-artists.
As they moved forward, the crowd got thicker and thicker.
Evan also sensed that some people here had already reached the Pointing-to-Mystery Realm.
Pointing-to-Mystery experts.
Whether in the mainland or in Hong Kong, that’s a real upper-tier elite.
Even in Ancient Martial Clans where Vajra-Realms are everywhere, Pointing-to-Mystery experts are still a big deal.
But even these Pointing-to-Mystery guys were here just to join the fun.
He's got enough on his plate as it is.
If you fall for it, well, you probably don't have the brains to be saved.
Besides, Evan Lin has zero intention of playing savior.
Bottom line: as long as no one’s pretending to be him, Evan won’t bother interfering.
He came back to Coldspire Peak today mostly because he can’t let go of that Woman Statue—he’s convinced there’s some other secret lurking behind it.
And then there’s that crimson iron chain.
The chain originally came from inside Coldspire Peak itself; now that the mountain’s collapsed, who knows where it ended up.
“Sorry, are you guys here to see the immortal? If so, you gotta pay a ticket fee first.”
A few guys blocked their way, eyeing Evan and his crew like hungry wolves.
When they spotted Yvette Locke and Queenie Tong, their eyes lit up, practically sparkling.
“Wait, you need tickets for this?”
Grandmaster You was stunned for a second, then spoke up, voice serious: “I’ve been here for years—nobody’s ever dared ask me for a ticket to climb the mountain!”
“Who are you, some random nobody? If you’ve got cash, buy a ticket and see the immortal. If not, just stay put and stop making trouble.”
The guy shot Grandmaster You a look full of disdain. “Years here? And you still don’t get how sacred Coldspire Peak is?”
“Back in the day, a bunch of Hong Kong grandmasters monopolized the peak—nobody could go up, so obviously no one asked you for ticket money. Even if they did, would you have dared to climb?”
The man gave Grandmaster You a sideways glance.
“I am a Hong Kong grandmaster! I’m Grandmaster You—think I don’t dare go up?”
“Did you seriously call me a nobody?”
Grandmaster You’s eyes widened, shaking with rage.
He realized that ever since he came down from Coldspire Peak last night, his ‘Hong Kong grandmaster’ title didn’t get him any respect anywhere.
He used to think his reputation was sky-high, but now he finally gets what it means to be a fallen phoenix—nobody cares.
Now his name barely makes a ripple.
“Grandmaster You, huh? And you picked ‘You’ as your name? Sounds like you’re asking for it.”
“I think you’re just tired of living. Get lost, you broke loser!”
The guy immediately tried to kick Grandmaster You.
“Enough!”
Grandmaster You’s anger boiled over—he slapped the guy hard.
Smack!
Old ginger’s still got the most bite.
A master’s slap always rings loudest.
Whoosh!
The guy went flying, landing way off in the distance.
Grandmaster You was still fuming.
“He hit me!”
“Some broke nobody tried to force his way in!”
The guy who got slapped lay on the ground, bawling and howling, his voice shrill and miserable.
With Evan around, Grandmaster You held back—he didn’t slap the guy to death.
As soon as that guy started yelling, all eyes in the crowd instantly snapped their way.