Feng Jun was not sure what trick the other party was trying to play on him. In any case, it was best not to covet cheap gains.
The Mid-Grade Golden Core cultivator gave him a cold look, seeming to reveal a hint of killing intent. "It's already very cheap. Bartering is fine too."
"I'm just a poor bastard," Feng Jun naturally refused to fall for that. "Safe travels, Fellow Daoist. I won't see you out!"
A fierce glint flashed through the Mid-Grade Golden Core cultivator's eyes again. But then he cautiously glanced at the Low-Grade Golden Core shopkeeper, rose to his feet, and left without another word.
Only after he had left the tavern did Qian Zhong send over a strand of Divine Sense. "Heh, there truly is nothing new under the sun in the world of cultivators."
Her laughter left Feng Jun feeling somewhat vexed. "Do I really look that much like an idiot?"
"They were merely taking advantage of you being an unfamiliar face," Qian Zhong said casually. "Your cultivation is decent, and you presumably have quite a bit of wealth on you... If you leave now, nothing will happen."
Feng Jun had originally intended to leave, but hearing that made him feel unwilling to accept it. He let out a cold laugh. "I refuse to leave. I want to see what tricks they can come up with!"
Those who cultivated the Dao ultimately sought great freedom and carefree ease. Being a little cautious in ordinary times was one thing, but if he was bullied in this unfamiliar place and still could not indulge himself for once, then what Dao was he cultivating?
Qian Zhong did not care about his choice and merely smiled faintly. "Do as you please."
About five minutes later, hurried footsteps sounded at the