"Milord?" Wang Fugui had hurried as fast as he could and finally reached the imperial capital. He had just found a place to stay when, unexpectedly, he ran into Lin Shuguang that very night.
When he remembered that Lin Shuguang had said he would personally come looking for him, Wang Fugui had not understood how Lin Shuguang could possibly find him. He never expected that in less than a day, Lin Shuguang would truly appear right in front of him. He hurriedly moved to kneel.
Lin Shuguang was not the sort who liked relying on pomp to inflate his vanity. With a casual wave, he walked toward the chair.
The Wang Fugui behind him had originally been bending over, but his movement suddenly froze. He could not bend down at all. Lin Shuguang's terrifying strength left him utterly stunned.
Then he heard Lin Shuguang say, "We don't need that routine in front of me. How is your cultivation of the technique I gave you?"
The technique he had given Wang Fugui had been selected from a superior evil art practiced by a cultivator of the Southern Dynasty. Even reaching the Great Sage Realm was not impossible if one cultivated it to the pinnacle. Marquis Gu of the Southern Dynasty had regarded it as a priceless treasure but had not dared to cultivate it because he did not possess a physique as monstrous as Wang Fugui's.
"I've already cultivated it to the third layer." Wang Fugui answered honestly. He himself had no idea what level it represented to reach the third layer in less than a day, and now he waited anxiously for Lin Shuguang to speak.
"Extend your hand." Lin Shuguang said no more.
Wang Fugui obediently extended his hand, still unable to understand what Lin Shuguang intended to do.