Shopkeeper Tang nodded without hesitation. "Easy enough. President Huangfu, tell me what to do, and I'll do it."
Hearing this, Feng Jun could not help clearing his throat. The two of them had said as much, so he could not remain entirely noncommittal. "If you're short-handed, go find the combat cultivators. Tell them that Ji Ping'an's comrade-in-arms, Feng Jun, master of Pacify Arms Mountain, said they won't be helping for nothing."
"You're the master of Pacify Arms Mountain... Ji Ping'an's employer?" Wu Adept, who had remained silent for a long time, suddenly cried out.
Ji Ping'an had simply become too famous. Even Emergence from Dust Adepts could not help being startled upon hearing his name.
Ji Ping'an was merely at the Qi Condensation Initial Stage. An Emergence from Dust Adept could kill him with a sneeze. Yet the millions of combat cultivators behind him gave even Emergence from Dust Adepts a headache. No one wanted to clash head-on with him—it was like using porcelain against a roof tile. Not worth it.
If they spoke of "decapitation"—assuming the cultivation world even had such a term—killing Ji Ping'an would not be difficult at all.
But the key was that Ji Ping'an had backing, and that backing was held together by the bonds of comradeship. Kill one Ji Ping'an, and they could produce ten or even a hundred more at any time—all comrades.
That was the truly terrifying part.
Feng Jun gave him an indifferent glance. "What I am isn't important. I just want to see how the three Lu brothers intend to explain themselves to me."
He was no stranger to shady forces. As for the cultivation of the three Lu brothers, he could not be bothered to consider it.
It was not that he had become overconfident. He simply had to