Passing You a Tiny Bit of Cultivation

Yi Feng truly did not know why Shi Qingwu was being so cautious.

Though this sect looked quite large, everyone's strength was nothing to write home about.

In any case, in his eyes, they only had a tiny bit.

What could a bunch of tiny bits possibly do to him?

In the blink of an eye,

Two or three days passed.

Over those two or three days, the mockery and gossip directed at Yi Feng outside grew increasingly rampant. Quite a few people even cursed him outside the door and shouted that they wanted to challenge him.

Yi Feng paid no heed to any of it.

He had prepared himself a pair of earplugs and lay lazily in a recliner, basking in the sun.

At that moment, a voice came from beside him.

"Sir, would you like something to eat?"

Yi Feng turned his gaze over.

It was the little handyman who served him.

No one else was willing to attend to him, this "good-for-nothing." Only this little fellow had clear, pure eyes and genuinely treated him as a lord, serving Yi Feng with diligent devotion.

The little handyman was called Su Bai.

He was fair and clean-looking.

He just appeared especially frail, as though a gust of wind could blow him over.

But that made sense.

Anyone with even a little aptitude could become an Outer Disciple as long as they worked hard enough.

Only those with mediocre aptitude like Su Bai could fall so low as to become Handymen.

Hearing Su Bai's question,

Yi Feng smacked his lips and muttered repeatedly, "What should I eat..."

To be honest,

Ever since Shi Qingwu entered seclusion,

He had barely eaten anything decent in the Hundred Refining Sect.

Thus, whenever mealtime came around, it was also when Yi Feng felt most