"Hey, wait a second."
The one who called Wang Qi to a stop was neither one of his friends nor a Foundation Establishment Realm teaching assistant close to him—though he was indeed an assistant Wang Qi knew well.
Wang Qi had not seen Geng Peng in a long time. Although this guy had picked plenty of fights with him before, he had quieted down half a year ago. Su Junyu had probably pulled some strings and said this fellow would not come out hopping about again, so Wang Qi had nearly forgotten him.
But even if this guy had come hopping back out, Wang Qi was not particularly afraid.
Nine months later, Geng Peng's tone was still far from polite. Seeing that the other man had come with ill intent, Wang Qi was not very friendly either. "Well, if it isn't Senior Brother Geng. What is it? Here to kick me while I'm down?"
As though he had not heard Wang Qi, Geng Peng grabbed his shoulder. "You turned down the position of Yangshen Pavilion's True Disciple just to receive the treatment of an outer disciple at the Myriad Dharma Sect? Are you sick in the head?"
Wang Qi knocked Geng Peng's hand away. "Hey, watch your mouth. Even if that sect master bastard won't let me return to the sect, I am still a True Disciple of the Myriad Dharma Sect! You, an inner disciple, have the nerve to point fingers at a True Disciple like me?"
Geng Peng had no intention of letting Wang Qi off. "Tell me, are you thinking that since you have no chance of crossing the Primordial Spirit threshold anyway, you might as well hole up in some backwater place for the rest of your life?"
A True Disciple of the Myriad Dharma Sect—even