It was time for school to let out again.
"Teacher Qin, I'd like to take tomorrow off..." Zuo Xiaoduo raised his hand timidly. He had no confidence whatsoever.
"Time off? You're already slacking off to this extent, and you still want time off? Anything else you want?" Qin Fangyang's eyes flared.
"Something really happened... I... my godfather died..." Seeing the unfriendly look in Qin Fangyang's eyes, Zuo Xiaoduo hurriedly laid out the truth.
"Your godfather?"
"Yes!"
Qin Fangyang sighed. He really could not refuse leave for something like this.
"Then go."
"Thank you, Teacher Qin."
"Don't forget your cultivation!"
Qin Fangyang stressed each word.
"I won't..."
Qin Fangyang sighed softly. After a long while, he headed out of the school gates.
Teacher Qin had just broken through, and his strength had indeed advanced by leaps and bounds. But his cultivation stage was still unstable and needed tempering-that was also a fact. No matter how much he had wanted to avoid breaking through, now that he already had, there was nothing to be done.
Teacher Qin walked all the way to the school entrance, and his eyes immediately bulged at the sight before him.
There stood Zuo Xiaoduo, a five-thousand-jin iron block balanced on his head, wearing a three-thousand-jin suit of iron armor along with over a hundred jin of weights strapped around his body. He stood ramrod straight in the golden rooster stance, balanced on one leg, with a dense crowd gathered in a large ring before him. He was actually...
Reading fortunes!
"Holy fucking hell..."
Qin Fangyang was utterly speechless.
This brat was the very model of someone who wanted money more than his own life.
Concealing himself behind a tree, he watched Zuo Xiaoduo hoodwink them one after another with all the air of a charlatan. Then Zuo