Zhao Feng was good at reviewing events, reflecting on them, and drawing lessons from experience.
He had acquired this habit by falling into countless pits in his previous life. For instance, he had complained about his boss to a fellow alumnus and coworker he thought he was close to, only for them to turn around and send the chat logs to the boss.
He had poured his heart and soul into treating a girl well, even going out in the middle of the night to buy her sanitary pads, only for her to announce her relationship with someone else.
He had bought a used car through an acquaintance, only to become the proud owner of a flood-damaged vehicle.
The pitfalls, big and small, were too numerous to list.
That was how he had developed the good habit of reviewing and reflecting. The difference was that in his previous life, one careless move meant losing both love and money at worst. In this life, one careless move could truly get him killed.
In this chaotic world of the Martial Dao, he had no powerful backing, only people he cared about. His rule for staying alive was to take as much as he could while keeping his head down and hiding behind the crowd.
And sure enough, he had nearly lost his life after letting himself get carried away just once.
What a valuable lesson.
I didn't take off the Human Skin Mask earlier. That Astral Force expert from the Demonic Sect probably doesn't know what I really look like. He relaxed.
He went into the water and retrieved the Precious Spear, then found a reasonably flat plank among the wreckage of the shattered speedboat and paddled it back toward the shore near the Prefecture City.
With ample funds now, he could