Six Hundred and Sixty-Seven Protagonists, Playing Bit Parts in Other People's Books

Qin Yang hugged Wang Baiqiang's Dharma Idol Book and walked back without paying Wang Baiqiang any further attention.

Wang Baiqiang stood where he was with a miserable expression, at a complete loss.

Lose face to seek the true scripture—the true scripture was the key.

In the past, he had to exhaust every means just to learn what he wanted. Afterward, the masters whom he had long annoyed to death naturally wished he would get lost sooner, die sooner, and be reborn sooner.

Who would have thought that this time, he had obtained the Starfall Array diagram with absurd ease? Qin Yang simply did not care how precious it was. Back then, the Star Plucking Sect's mountain-protecting grand array, said to bring down the stars, had been set up on this foundation.

Likewise, Wang Baiqiang did not care if others read his Dharma Idol Book.

But who would have thought that after Qin Yang read it, he would genuinely want to read the boring contents inside?

Now Wang Baiqiang was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He had gotten the array diagram, yet he could not leave even if he wanted to. He could hardly say that all those flattering words from before had merely been empty praise, that serving at Qin Yang's side had all been a lie to fool someone surnamed Qin.

Taking the benefits and then reneging on his word would offend Qin Yang to the bitter end. More importantly, his whole persona would collapse, and the road ahead would become narrower.

He watched Qin Yang hold the book as he boarded the flying vessel and slowly flew away. Even in flight, Qin Yang seemed utterly absorbed, holding the Dharma Idol Book and reading it with relish.

As the flying vessel drifted farther away, Wang Baiqiang