Waiting by the Stump for a Rabbit

Before this, Song Ankang had found Kunlun All-Knowing somewhat strange. It might not have been merely a spirit creature of the Kunlun Mountains, as it had revealed.

But with no evidence, and seeing how this fellow was always asking Lower Three Ranks gods for help—though later it became Middle Third Rank Twelve Wings—even matters the Lower Three Ranks could handle were beyond Kunlun All-Knowing. It did not seem all that impressive.

Who would have thought that it was actually this formidable? More than two thousand years ago, Kunlun All-Knowing had already been a quasi-Saint and only a tiny step away from breaking through to become a Third-Rank Saint. Yet it had still shamelessly sought help from Song Ankang and Twelve Wings, who were in the Lower Three Ranks. Its thick skin—and its ability to lie low—far surpassed Song Ankang's.

Song Ankang had originally thought that he was already cautious enough, but there were mountains beyond mountains and towers beyond towers; among the strong, there was always someone stronger. Kunlun All-Knowing was even better at lying low than he was.

But like Twelve Wings, he had clearly missed out on a great opportunity back then. Given Kunlun All-Knowing's strength at the time, a casual bit of guidance would have been enough to benefit them endlessly.

Twelve Wings was still missing out on that opportunity. Song Ankang wondered what it would think once it learned of Kunlun All-Knowing's true strength.

But what Song Ankang admired even more was the Treasure Supplier. As expected of the shopkeeper of the Myriad Manifestation Tower, it had truly been honest and trustworthy. It said it would not reveal anything, and it had not leaked any information about Kunlun All-Knowing all these years.

Song Ankang had a rather good relationship with it, and had even saved its