When Chen Feng walked into the Myriad Dharma Sect's grounds, he looked very unhappy.
Because Wang Qi had not reported to him on time that morning.
This should not have been a big deal. After all, Chen Feng's empirical department had not officially begun operating yet, and he was not busy enough to be run ragged. Wang Qi had obtained some materials; it was perfectly normal for him to go home, study them, and lose himself in it.
But after Chen Feng finished several experiments, then fed the mice twice with Bei Feng, he found that Wang Qi still had not come—there was not even any sign that he had ever been there.
That changed the nature of things. Punctuality was an extremely important quality for a researcher. Chen Feng did not intend to use Wang Qi as an ordinary researcher, so he had not demanded that of him. But breaking one's word was going too far.
At around nine that evening, he finally could not sit still any longer. If Wang Qi had not still been an external affairs cultivator of the Divine Capital outer sect—though the monk could run, the temple could not—Chen Feng would have reported him for absconding with the funds long ago. Oh, no, Chen Feng himself was an Enforcement Officer. He could go out and hunt Wang Qi down himself.
Still, even if he did not intend to make a huge fuss, he was unwilling to simply let it go. He could have done so many things during the time he had spent waiting for Wang Qi. Thinking of that wasted time only made Chen Feng angrier. Thus, when he arrived at the Myriad Dharma Sect, his way of opening the door was rather impolite.
He kicked his way in.
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