"Good! Brother Chu is indeed straightforward! Then I'll see you at the Martial Arts Arena during the hour of the Goat!"
Cui Pinghao forced down the delight on his face and immediately set the time.
Chu Feng glanced at the sun. It was noon, with one shichen remaining until the hour of the Goat.
He casually picked up the Mò Dāo beside him and broke into a brilliant smile.
"In that case, Lord Pei, Lord Cui, I'll take my leave first."
With that, Chu Feng turned and strode away.
Ma An cupped his hands toward the two men, then hurried after Chu Feng.
Once they stepped out of the Golden Barrel Tavern, Ma An could not help advising him, "Brother Chu, you acted on impulse. Although Cui Pinghao is only a collateral descendant of a Noble Family, his cultivation resources are still beyond what ordinary people can match. How could he be an ordinary Viscera Refinement Warrior?"
Chu Feng said indifferently, "I know."
"Ah?"
"You knew and still jumped in? Why don't we go back now and say a few conciliatory words? A true man knows when to bend and when to stand straight. There's no shame in it."
Ma An pleaded earnestly. He had lived for more than twenty years, yet he had never heard of a Bone Forging Realm warrior fighting a Viscera Refinement Realm warrior across a major realm.
This newly acquired backer was good in every way—except that he was a little too unyielding!
A Bone Forging Realm warrior challenging a Viscera Refinement Realm warrior—wasn't that simply looking for a beating?
Those involved were often blind to the situation while bystanders saw clearly. Just now, he had been thinking about dying on the path to pursuing strength.
But after the wind had blown past, his mind