"Is that really so?"
Qin Shaofeng's eyes widened, delight filling them.
"What cultivation technique and martial skill are you cultivating?"
Old Ghost Chen Xing looked at him again.
Though Zhao Ziyu did not speak, his face was likewise full of suspicion, as though he too were waiting for an explanation.
"Don't ask about the thing I cultivate. Even I can't make heads or tails of it." Qin Shaofeng shrugged.
"How could that be?"
Unable to hold himself back, Zhao Ziyu cried out.
His voice was quite loud, immediately drawing the gazes of the pedestrians on the street.
Zhao Ziyu paid no heed to the gazes of these ordinary people, his eyes still fixed firmly on Qin Shaofeng.
"We'll talk after we leave the city. I have no interest in being watched like a monkey." Qin Shaofeng shrugged and quickened his pace.
There were simply too many pedestrians on the city streets.
They indeed looked unfamiliar, but that did not mean no one recognized them.
At the very least, Qin Shaofeng and Zhao Ziyu had appeared before others quite a few times already.
Old Ghost Chen Xing was even the sect master of the Seven Stars Sect.
Few people had seen him, but whether a peak force like the Four Symbols Sect possessed his likeness was hard to say.
Zhao Ziyu's shout had already drawn plenty of attention.
If they did not leave quickly, they could easily catch the eye of certain people.
"Roast chicken! Fragrant, piping-hot roast chicken!"
As they were nearing the city gate, the cry from a roast chicken stall by the roadside on the city's most bustling street drew Qin Shaofeng's attention.
He had wrecked a room in the Heavenly Machine Tower, so he had been too embarrassed to say anything about food.
After cultivating in seclusion