He had never expected Fatty Wang to have such a past.
Come to think of it, he was only at the Bone Tempering realm. What gave him the right to serve as a Camp General commanding ten thousand men?
Had his cultivation fallen?
Seeming to read his thoughts, Wang Zhi mocked himself. "This dog life of mine is still hanging on, but I'm basically crippled. My meridians and internal organs are damaged. Unless an immortal heals me, I'll be stuck at Bone Tempering Perfection for the rest of my life, unable to advance another inch—let alone return to what I once was."
So he really had fallen in realm.
Was that why he had given himself over to ruin?
That did not seem right either.
To be honest, although Wang Zhi had raked in plenty of money,
Chen Sanshi had never seen him spend any. The guy even liked mooching meals off others, and he had fleeced the martial arts schools most of all. These days, the young masters in the County Town all took detours whenever they saw him.
Perhaps he was saving money to buy medicine for his injuries.
By this point in their conversation, Wang Zhi's emotions had gradually returned to normal.
He smiled bitterly. "My selfish motive in teaching you the cultivation method was that I wanted to do something for Master. But now, it seems I won't be able to see Master again. Still, as long as you're in Poyang, call on me anytime if something comes up."
Chen Sanshi had no need to comfort him. They were both grown men. He patted Wang Zhi on the shoulder, then took his leave.
After learning the hidden secrets of Year 57 of Longqing,
he felt an even greater urgency to improve his strength.
Even Governor Sun