Only then did Lu Feng finally relax the taut string in his heart. Though he had politely called Hong Cang Zhenren "old brother" while drinking with Tang Yuan, they were far from the close, age-defying friends he had made them out to be.
The current situation had entirely relied on borrowing Hong Cang Zhenren's name.
He had also learned of the "love-hate entanglement" between Hong Cang Zhenren and Sky Shuttle from Tang Yuan. It had originally been nothing more than a drunken joke, yet he had never expected it to come in useful one day.
Though Hong Cang and Sky Shuttle did not belong to the same faction, and their Cultivation Dao even ran in utterly opposite directions, they held a certain unconventional mutual admiration for one another.
Hong Cang Zhenren focused on defense through Body Refinement Techniques, while Sky Shuttle concentrated his power within flying daggers, pursuing attack to the utmost extreme.
One defended and the other attacked. Over all these years, they had clashed countless times, yet neither had ever truly defeated the other.
As a result, their rankings on the Heaven List were tied.
So long as neither had thoroughly bested the other, whichever of them altered their equal standing would likely grow anxious.
It was precisely because of this, and because he understood Sky Shuttle's temperament, that Lu Feng had abandoned his humble obedience and done the opposite, putting on an arrogant front to smother Sky Shuttle's urge to strike.
"Get lost. For that old fellow's sake, I can't be bothered making things difficult for you today."
Sky Shuttle put away the flying dagger in his hand. His cold, haughty voice reached Lu Feng. Though he was somewhat curious and interested that someone of Lu Feng's age and strength dared venture so deep into such a