Feng Jun initially guessed that word had leaked from the Tiantong Merchant Alliance.
Whether it was that he owned the Lovesick Goblet or that he had recently earned a huge pile of Spirit Stones, such an amount of wealth could only be called "vast." It was enough to tempt people into evil.
Yet he felt that, given Huangfu Wuxia's competence, she should not have been careless enough to let something like this slip.
Then... had word leaked from Xu the Adept or one of the other craftsmen?
By rights, he had already advanced to the Emergence from Dust Stage. Not only had his cultivation and combat power greatly improved, but his privileges had increased substantially as well—at the very least, taking two ordinary people through the checkpoints was no problem now, so he did not need to worry about anyone nitpicking him over minor details.
But passive defense had never been his style. He would not take the initiative to bully others, but neither would he simply wait for them to come looking for trouble.
So he brought invitations to Tiantong, intending to invite Huangfu Wuxia and Xu the Adept over tomorrow night to celebrate his housewarming.
On the way back, by some cursed coincidence, he ran into Ji Ping'an.
Ji Ping'an had returned from the battlefield and spent twenty days recovering from his injuries. Only after his condition had stabilized recently did he come out for a walk.
His circumstances were somewhat similar to Lang Zhen's. He came from a small family, and for certain reasons, his father's generation had split off from the family.
Of the three Ji Ping'an brothers, only he had reached the Mortal Transcendence Peak at twenty-three. Since his family lacked the means to help him break through, he chose to join the cultivators who