"Don't know what experts there are?" Zhao Xing asked.
"Cao Qiushui, Wen Zhao, Du Jiaojiao, Hong Sihai, Dong Chuan, Xiang Chenglin..." Zong Shichang rattled off more than a dozen names in one breath. "All of them are at the Gathering Yuan Ninth Level, only one step away from entering the ranks."
"If Brother Zhao wants to know their backgrounds and origins in detail, why not chat with me as we go?"
"Fine, let's go together." Zhao Xing did not refuse again.
Whether he knew these experts or not did not really matter to him. On the first day, he only planned to farm at the foot of the mountain. He had no intention of immediately heading up to join the struggle.
Whoosh~
A gentle breeze swirled beneath the Wen Bamboo Box as Zhao Xing hoisted it onto his back and set off again.
"Others use wind to support heavy objects, yet end up eating a faceful of dust themselves. Your Rising Wind is quite exquisite," Zong Shichang praised.
"Young Master Zong has good stamina as well." Zhao Xing glanced over. Zong Shichang was not using wind to support his bamboo box.
"Not at all. My Wen Bamboo Box comes with a lightening effect, so I need not bear its weight." Zong Shichang lightly patted the outside of the box. Then swirling breezes appeared beneath it, to its left and right, and behind it.
Specks of green light radiated from it. Not only did Zong Shichang not need to carry it, but most of his body was leaning against the box. It was practically pushing him along!
"..." Zhao Xing was rendered speechless.
Being rich was damn great.
What Young Master Zong used was undeniably a luxury item.
Even a bamboo box for storing things was a third-tier superior-grade treasure.
Zhao