Night.
In a city, the streetlights shone like dragons, bustling and clamorous.
Feng Wuji squatted before a tea house, cracking sunflower seeds as he listened with relish to the tea house storyteller recounting a soul-stirring tale of gods and monsters.
His long hair was slightly disheveled, casually tied into a Daoist knot. He wore a black robe, his face sharply defined, his smiling eyes narrow and long like upturned blades.
Pedestrians streamed through the streets, while guests packed the tea house.
Yet no one knew that an unparalleled Divine Son from the Divine Realm was squatting outside the tea house like an idler, cracking seeds and listening to stories.
The greatest hermits hid in the marketplace.
Lesser hermits hid in the wilderness.
Feng Wuji was no hermit. He simply reveled in the worldly splendor, frolicked amid the mortal dust, seeking a bit of merriment and freedom.
In the night, Zhu Tianyou approached.
When he saw Feng Wuji's carefree, dissolute manner, the corners of his lips could not help twitching.
"Did you settle it?"
Feng Wuji spat out a seed shell and asked casually.
Zhu Tianyou recounted Su Yi's words exactly as they had been spoken.
"Heh, see? As long as I am fiercer and more unscrupulous than he is, he has no choice but to lower his head!"
Feng Wuji laughed.
Then he rose to his full height and pulled out a handful of seeds from his sleeve, his lips deftly cracking them. "Make another trip and deliver two things to that Su Yi for me."
Zhu Tianyou's heart tightened, and his expression became extremely awkward. "That fellow is tyrannical beyond measure and kills at the slightest provocation. I do not want to go looking for trouble again."
Feng Wuji smiled and patted Zhu Tianyou's shoulder. "Relax. He will not