Infiltrating the Eastern Wastelands Divine Teaching

"Chief Steward Pang, what matter could possibly require you to personally make the trip? You could have simply given an order."

"That's right, Chief Steward Pang. This is something my sect's ancestor asked me to bring you. Please take a look—it's a good thing obtained from a ruin."

"Why did you personally come out? Please, come inside and have a seat."

"Is there some major deal this time? Even you personally came out. Whatever you need, you only need to give the order."

At this moment, on what was likely one of the more high-end streets outside the core area of the Eastern Wastelands Divine Teaching, a middle-aged man with a shiny bald head, save for a patch of distinctly styled hair at the back, a slightly plump build, and narrowed eyes walked down the street with his hands behind his back.

Two Taiji Realm cultivators followed behind him. As he passed the various shops, people came out to greet him. Even some Taiji Realm Old Ancestors treated him with extreme respect.

Pang Jin thoroughly enjoyed all this. He could not even be bothered to properly look at those ordinary shopkeepers whose cultivation was roughly at the Yin Yang Realm Yang Soul Peak, like his own. Only when Taiji Realm cultivators greeted him would he smile faintly and nod. He appeared casual, but in truth, he held his airs to the fullest.

Strictly speaking, he was not particularly fat. But he was tall and broad, and with the airs he deliberately put on, he did possess a certain imposing bearing. Of course, that depended on who was looking.

In Ren Jie's eyes, the act this fellow was putting on was downright idiotic, stupid, and low-grade. He was far inferior to those Hedonistic Young Masters in Jade Capital City when