Disagreement

For several days in a row, Feng Tianning could not find an opportunity to make a move.

He was numb all over—Wang Yuheng, that fool, had a body full of powerful Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivation and refused to use it. Instead, he had set up a stall by the street, making money by telling fortunes, drawing talismans, and divining luck and misfortune.

Feng Tianning had watched from the shadows for three whole days. From patiently waiting at first, to gritting his teeth in rage later, to being completely numb now, he had even begun to wonder just how Qingwei Temple taught its Disciples.

A Foundation Establishment Late Stage Qi Cultivator could be considered a Master in his own right outside, yet Wang Yuheng was making money on the streets like some wandering charlatan. It was simply unheard of.

Yet Wang Yuheng seemed quite obsessed with it, keeping his stall open for a full three days.

Thanks to his outstanding looks and gentle, refined bearing, quite a few young women visited his stall. Some asked him to draw peace talismans, others asked him to divine their romantic prospects. His business was unexpectedly good.

Feng Tianning's temples throbbed as he watched. Several times, he wanted to attack, but he was wary of the many eyes in the city. If he exposed his whereabouts and drew the Sixth Turn experts of Zhennan City, the loss would outweigh the gain.

Three days later, Wang Yuheng finally earned enough money. He bought a great pile of novel little trinkets and stuffed them into his Storage Ring, then happily packed up his stall and prepared to return to Qingwei Temple.

Only then did Feng Tianning let out a long breath—at last, he was leaving this city.

After leaving the city, Wang Yuheng's body sank, and