Third Master Wang reached that point in his story and glanced around.
He seemed afraid someone nearby had overheard him and might pass the rumors on to Zhao San.
He was not afraid of Zhao San.
And yet he was.
He was not afraid of Zhao San the man.
What frightened him was the name Zhao San.
He feared that name might bring him misfortune.
A strange way of thinking.
The one lobbying on Zhao San's behalf was his master, Zhao Er.
Though Zhao Er was Zhao San's master, everyone now felt Zhao Er was the one benefiting from his disciple's fame.
Everything Zhao Er had built over the years paled beside the force of a disciple with five nicknames.
Zhao San was at the height of his glory, after all!
As for Xu Feng.
Xu Feng had no idea what lay behind all this.
A Charity Cemetery? If Xu Feng heard of it, he might ask, "What's a Charity Cemetery?"
But even if he knew.
Xu Feng would be delighted rather than alarmed.
"Disaster befalls those whose virtue falls short of their station"? Xu Feng was not afraid of that in the least.
He only feared he lacked enough Yin Virtue to reach the supreme level described in Yin Virtue Protection.
At the rate he was consuming Yin Virtue, how could he ever have more than he could use?
If he knew of a way to gain Yin Virtue like this, Xu Feng would only think his existing Yin Virtue had helped him start a snowball rolling. Why would he fear being struck by lightning?
To put it irreverently, once a person had enough Yin Virtue, even lightning would bend its path to avoid them.
And so, the next day, everything was ready as dusk approached.
Xu Feng sent