Memory Contamination

"This..." Xu Feng was a little tempted. What Poseidon Jin said was true. His comprehension was strong, and he had no use for this Purple Light Dew, but among his friends—such as Bolan, his disciple Lord of Ancestor Tree, and Bai Junyi—their comprehension was not particularly outstanding. If they had this Purple Light Dew, their cultivation would proceed much more smoothly.

One wanted to give it, and after declining several times, Xu Feng truly did need it and could not refuse any longer. He could only accept it with thanks.

"That's more like it. You're just a little fellow, yet you're afraid to accept my gift?" Poseidon revealed a triumphant smile.

That smile was like a cat that had stolen a chicken. Xu Feng was utterly speechless. "May I ask what orders the City Lord has? Is there anything you need me to do?"

There was no such thing as a free lunch. He understood that very well.

He had accepted someone else's favor upon their first meeting, so he would have to give something in return.

Otherwise, why would someone give him such a precious treasure?

"I have no orders." Poseidon smiled faintly, then suddenly looked at Xu Feng with a serious expression. "Do you have any plans for your future?"

"Uh?"

Xu Feng paused, carefully considering his words before slowly saying, "I do not have any particular plans. I simply wish to take in the magnificent sights of the Origin Continent, travel around, and witness the splendor of other experts."

Even a fool could understand the hidden meaning in his words.

Was he not simply trying to reject recruitment?

Poseidon sneered inwardly. No matter how clever you are, you'll still have to drink my foot-washing water!

"That's a good idea." Poseidon nodded, then changed the subject with a