How Could You Be in a Place Like This

Jing Wufeng made his way to Pingjiang City.

He likewise started with the Martial Arts Halls, only to find that every one he visited had already been slaughtered clean.

"It was Junior Brother Wuchen's handiwork."

"As long as I investigate the Martial Arts Halls one by one, I'll be able to find Junior Brother Wuchen's trail."

Jing Wufeng's pupils contracted slightly. His cloak stirred behind him, and his entire body turned into a gust of wind that vanished from the spot.

His speed surpassed Jing Wuchen's in every way. Even among those of the same realm, he had no rival in speed. Even if someone sensed his movements, they could not see his true body—only a cloak flashing past like a streak.

Swift Cloak.

It was also one of the Supreme Treasures in Ning Xuanwu's possession. It could greatly increase one's movement and attack speed. It looked harmless, yet hid murderous danger within.

With this Swift Cloak, although Jing Wufeng was of the younger generation, he still held a place throughout the Southern Sand region.

"Master, someone from the Baofeng Merchant Association has arrived and invited you to dinner."

Zhong Qing spoke respectfully.

"Alright. Tell him to wait at the entrance. Change your clothes and come with me." Yi Feng tidied himself up a little, changed into a white robe, and led Zhong Qing outside.

Outside, the Baofeng Merchant Association's steward had long since prepared a sedan chair and was waiting for Yi Feng.

"What fine treatment!"

Yi Feng did not stand on ceremony and stepped straight into the sedan chair. Before setting off, he waved toward Ao Qing at the entrance and shouted, "Wangcai, guard the house well for me. Especially if you run into some petty rat throwing stones, bite him to death."

After giving his instructions, the group headed straight for the Baofeng Merchant Association.

Before Yi Feng even arrived, a group of the Baofeng Merchant Association's upper management, led by Yin Xiong, was already waiting there respectfully.

Of course, Luolan Xue and Yin Luoli were there as well.

"President, I think it's necessary to adjust Mister Yi's profit-sharing ratio."

"Yes, I think so too. The merchant association is currently being evaluated, and Mister Yi is a timely rain for us. Never mind the profits—his influence and reputation alone could earn our association a great many extra points!"

"Mm!"

At the head of the room, Yin Xiong took a sip of tea and said, "The steward also returned last time to report that Mister Yi did not seem particularly willing to accept a share of one hundred thousand Gold Coins. So I had also been considering increasing Mister Yi's share."

"Good. Then I propose this." One of the higher-ups said, "Aside from costs, our merchant association will take only ten percent. Give all the remaining shares to Mister Yi."

"Right, I agree. This may look like we're yielding profits, but our merchant association will gain a reputation. After all, evaluations do not look solely at profits; they place even greater emphasis on reputation and influence," another senior member said.

As the two spoke, the others chimed in one after another, all saying much the same thing.

Yin Xiong turned his gaze toward Yin Luoli and Luolan Xue beside him.

He appeared to be in control of the entire situation, but he knew perfectly well that he had no authority to make the decision in this matter.

He had long learned from Yin Luoli and Luolan Xue's scattered remarks that this Mister Yi was no ordinary man. There was a very good chance that he was a Peerless Expert hidden among mortals, masquerading as an ordinary person.

How could a mere mortal like him possibly fathom the thoughts of such an expert? He could only seek the opinions of Yin Luoli and Luolan Xue, which was why he had invited the two women here.

The two women nodded, having no objections.

"Good, then it's settled."

Only after seeing that the two women had no objections did Yin Xiong make the final decision.

Meanwhile, Yi Feng had arrived outside.

"Please come in, sir," the steward said respectfully.

"You're too polite."

Yi Feng lifted his robe and stepped down from the sedan chair. He then led his little disciple, Zhong Qing, toward the Baofeng Merchant Association, while the steward jogged ahead to report to the president.

"This Baofeng Merchant Association is truly huge!"

Yi Feng looked around in amazement. Even this front hall alone had countless attendants, while an unending stream of customers came to purchase goods.

Beside him, Zhong Qing was also curiously looking around.

"Yi Feng?"

Just then, a voice rang out, drawing Yi Feng's attention.

Yi Feng turned his head, his brows knitting slightly.

Peng Ying.

"How could you be in a place like this?"

Seeing Yi Feng again, Peng Ying's expression was somewhat complicated.

"Why can't I be in a place like this?"

Peng Ying's words were rather grating, making Yi Feng find them somewhat amusing.

"I didn't mean anything else." Peng Ying explained, "I only... forget it. It seems there's nothing left for us to say to each other."

"Ying'er, why is it this trash again?" At that moment, Yu Wujie approached in white robes with a sword in hand. The moment he saw Yi Feng, his face darkened. Especially when he thought that Peng Ying beside him must have slept with Yi Feng, murderous intent surged within him as he demanded grimly, "Didn't you say you'd long since severed all ties with this trash?"

"Brother Wujie, listen to my explanation." Peng Ying hurriedly hooked her arm around Yu Wujie's and explained in panic, "I only happened to run into him here."

"No need to explain. I'll just kill him outright."

Yu Wujie's face turned cold. He abruptly drew the longsword in his hand and swung it toward Yi Feng.

At precisely that moment, Yin Xiong and the others hurried out to welcome Yi Feng, just in time to witness this scene.