Why was this happening?
Was being an outstanding agent harder than being an outstanding Soul Master?
Was earning Ji Fengyu's approval harder than earning his grandfather's and great-grandfather's?
That was impossible.
Qiangu Zhangting scratched his head, feeling a little irritable.
But if that wasn't the case,
why had someone as outstanding as him been turned away by Ji Fengyu right from the start?
"Ah, forget it. I still have a lot to learn."
"There's a gulf between professions."
"Although I've cultivated for many years, I really can't say I'm good at being an agent."
Qiangu Zhangting sighed, convincing himself, then hurried after Ji Fengyu.
He was a spy, after all.
Being an agent was just his cover.
It was understandable that he'd hit a wall here. He wasn't going to make a living at this anyway, so he'd just make do.
"Ji Fengyu, where are you going?"
Qiangu Zhangting caught up with Ji Fengyu. He'd thought the little guy was angry because he'd accepted an advertisement without asking.
Being around Ji Fengyu gave him the headache of having to placate a child.
He could only hope to uncover the secret of the Rainbow Dragon quickly and get out as soon as possible. Whoever wanted to be this agent could have the job.
"Where else?"
"To practice dancing."
"The performance is in a week."
Ji Fengyu rolled his eyes. Couldn't he see how dedicated he was?
But after that shock, a few thoughts he shouldn't have had began to stir.
Bad publicity was still publicity.
Qiangu Zhangting had inadvertently pointed him toward a road to the heavens.
Now he was wondering if he could recreate Brother Chicken's legend on the Douluo Continent...
It seemed like there was real potential.
Later, even Gu Yuena's tournament to find a husband had turned into