Feng Jun naturally intended to take the Martial Cultivator Association's collection as well.
He did not expect the association in such a small city to possess secret methods for breaking through to Martial Venerable, but one could never have too much knowledge.
When he finished copying all the books and quietly withdrew, he had no idea that the fat middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes in the room.
Feng Jun looked around and saw that no one had noticed him, so he tucked his phone back into his waist pouch.
Then he put away his umbrella and stood up.
The next moment, a carriage passed along the road. Its wheels rolled through a small puddle, splashing water toward him.
Feng Jun's brow furrowed slightly. With his internal energy protecting him, the water would not actually hit him.
But having water splash toward his face was still no small insult to a Martial Ancestor.
So he waved his hand, batting the spray aside, then frowned at the carriage in displeasure.
The carriage had already traveled some distance, but then a surprised voice came from inside. "Huh? Stop!"
Stop, then. Feng Jun stared coldly at the carriage. You nearly splashed water on me, and you still think you have the right to complain?
Then the carriage door opened, and a middle-aged man stepped down and walked swiftly toward Feng Jun.
The rain did not touch him either, but Feng Jun could not sense the aura of a martial cultivator from him.
He pursed his lips. So this was the legendary Wizard Apprentice?
The man stopped before Feng Jun and spoke directly. "Martial cultivator?"
Did martial cultivators eat your rice or something? How rude. Feng Jun blinked but did not answer, merely looking at him.
Perhaps the man sensed his displeasure, but his