"I'm older than you."
"Uh."
"My cultivation realm is higher than yours too."
Seeing Luo Chen staring blankly, Duan Feng chuckled. "So don't call me Little Duan."
"Fine!"
Luo Chen helplessly waved his hand.
"Now that the Dao Discussion Stage has closed, what are you planning to do, Little Duan?"
Duan Feng's expression stiffened. Seeing this, Feng Xia could not help laughing aloud, her earlier worries vanishing at once.
Left with no choice, Duan Feng could not even be bothered correcting Luo Chen's form of address.
He sighed. "What plans can I have? Dao Discussion Stage or not, I still need to live and cultivate. I can only seek another way out."
Another way out?
Duan Feng was actually quite skilled at repairing Magic Tools. Luo Chen knew that well.
Back then, the damaged blade of his Jade Knife had been repaired by Duan Feng for free.
Later, on Luo Chen's birthday, Duan Feng had even given him a set of small Magic Tool maintenance tips as a birthday gift.
If Duan Feng opened a small Magic Tool repair shop in Great River Market, making a living would certainly not be a problem.
But opening a shop required startup capital, connections, and even more time to build a reputation and cultivate a customer base.
Duan Feng had none of those things.
It was easy to imagine that the other path he sought would likely still be related to combat.
Who knew? He might end up becoming a Robber Cultivator, living by murder and plunder.
They were neighbors, after all. Luo Chen did not want to see him walk down that road where one could not be sure of surviving from one morning to the next.
"How about joining the Mountain Shattering Gang? Come to my Pill Hall and eat well,