The three men across from him saw the red identification plaque, and their expressions changed at once!
They were a small gang with lookouts stationed near gold and silver shops, waiting to spot a fat sheep to rob.
Naturally, the gold and silver shops knew they existed, but businesses with physical storefronts would not go looking for trouble.
This little gang had noticed that Feng Jun had exchanged quite a few silver coins, using silver ingots for the trade. That kind of transaction was not exactly aboveboard.
Moreover, he was an unfamiliar face. So what if he had a saber at his waist?
But now, to their horror, they discovered that he was actually a Martial Ancestor. They had better... stay out of his way.
Seeing this Martial Ancestor swagger straight toward them, the three men, who had been standing shoulder to shoulder, hastily split apart and moved to the roadside.
Feng Jun was not surprised by this. Even on Blue Star, plenty of robbers watched for victims outside banks.
He did not want trouble, so he had shown his plaque. But letting them off lightly was out of the question.
The persona he wanted to establish for himself was—If I'm a Martial Cultivation practitioner, how could I possibly have no temper?
Seeing them scatter, he shifted his direction and still slammed heavily into one of the men.
Caught off guard, the man was sent flying more than ten feet away.
Fortunately, he knew martial arts as well. He sprang to his feet with a kip-up and glared furiously at Feng Jun.
Feng Jun merely laughed loudly, tossed a silver coin twice in his hand, casually slipped it into his pouch, and strode away.
The man reached down to touch his waist, and his expression changed again. Gritting his teeth,