Bei Feng's exact secret technique did not interest Wang Qi much. But the topic Chen Feng brought up next gave him no choice but to care.
"Let's exchange a few moves. Let me see exactly where you stand right now." Chen Feng pointed at the courtyard, took two steps, and said, "I need to know how far you've gotten before I can better help you solve your problems."
Wang Qi's eyes lit up. "Is this an advance on my wages? I haven't even started work yet."
"Your most important job right now is to make proper plans for Foundation Establishment before I get busy. Once I do, you probably won't have time to worry about this."
Seeing Chen Feng assume a stance, Wang Qi became interested as well. Still, he asked, "Here?"
"Considering that Foundation Establishment and even Golden Core cultivators will be testing spells here in the future, this courtyard was specially reinforced."
What a filthy rich bastard. Wang Qi muttered inwardly, then shouted, "Watch out!"
The next instant, Wang Qi was flat on the ground, his entire body aching.
"Huh?"
Wang Qi shook his dazed head. At some point, the sword in his hand had already been drawn, and the web between his thumb and forefinger was slightly swollen.
"Could it have been temporal dilation? Given his Yangshen Pavilion status, was it a deception of time perception? No, that's not right. In that case, I might have been knocked down without knowing anything, but I definitely wouldn't have drawn my sword."
He carefully sensed the spiritual power within his body and discovered that only about seventy percent remained. Considering the absurd mana recovery speed of Holy Light, he had probably unleashed some ultimate move.
"What happened?" Wang Qi asked Chen Feng directly.
"My primary divine ability, 'Heavenly Song