Wei Feng pushed those thoughts aside.
He left the Spirit Hall Branch.
He strolled along the streets of Heaven Dou City, taking in the rather antiquated buildings on either side.
Without the skyscrapers of his original world, he suddenly felt a little unaccustomed to it.
Given Wei Feng's status, he naturally carried a certain air about him.
As he strolled through the streets, no blind fool came up to cause trouble.
He ordered a whole table of exquisite delicacies at a restaurant, thoroughly enjoying his comfortable life.
The dishes on the table were things he would never have dared imagine in his previous life. One such meal would have cost him several months' salary.
As he enjoyed the food, Wei Feng watched people from the Spirit Hall Branch come out onto the streets to hand flyers to passing pedestrians and merchants, silently giving Salas a thumbs-up for his efficiency.
"Douluo Continent really is quite a nice world. It's just a little twisted."
"Look at how those ordinary people regard us Spirit Hall soul masters, and the fervor in the eyes of those soul masters handing out these flyers."
"Everything is for the sake of becoming stronger. But perhaps that is the nature of worlds of cultivation—so long as one can become powerful, no price is too great. It merely depicts the law of the jungle more vividly."
Wei Feng sighed over such matters, yet felt a faint sense of strangeness in his heart.
Just a few hidden weapons had made the soul masters in the Spirit Hall Branch so fanatical. This was nothing yet!
If these soul masters found out about the mushroom bombs from his former world, wouldn't they take off on the spot? Forget mushroom bombs—even Gatling guns spitting blue fire would be enough to shock Douluo.
"Forget