Why do I have so many masters?

Wang Anfeng very much wanted to turn a blind eye and just walk away.

Just pretend nothing happened, at worst, he wouldn't go back today.

Find a place to stay, maybe squeeze in with Brother Li or Cao Limin for the night, or if that didn't work, he'd just find the innkeeper and open another room.

Wang Anfeng touched the ten Great Qin Tongbao coins in his pocket, suddenly feeling this idea seemed a bit flimsy.

So he stood in the inn corridor for a while, ultimately helpless, pressing his brow with one hand, pushed the door open and walked in, looking up, and saw the gray bird by the window, it was not his illusion, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Wuxin...

The gray bird was extremely intelligent, and in the past few days had become quite familiar with Wang Anfeng. It jumped down from the window to peck at the grains in the birdcage. On its right claw, there was a small letter, pitch black and eye-catching.

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, silently reciting Amitabha Amitabha in his heart, just hoping today's reply wouldn't bring any troublesome matters.

It would be best if it only talked about the Ministry of Punishment subsidies being issued.

But even he didn't believe this thought. With Wuxin's current state, if it weren't something serious, he wouldn't be sending messages in the middle of the night. Judging by the bird's appearance, it obviously hadn't even had time to rest and be fed before being sent out again.

Looking at it this way, Wuxin must have sent the reply as soon as he finished reading it, just from this point, Wang Anfeng could already guess what the issue was.

But he would rather he hadn't guessed, or simply that he guessed wrong.

At this moment, the words "Wuxin" to him, Wang Anfeng, should be pronounced as "trouble."

With a sigh, Wang Anfeng walked to the table, his thumb gently rubbing the gray bird. This bird was usually agile and clever, but now it didn't respond at all, just busy pecking at the grains. Seeing this, Wang Anfeng, half laughing, half crying, said:

"How did you get so hungry?"

"Did that ice face really not give you anything to eat?"

"Even King Yan doesn't starve ghosts, but he does."

The bird lifted its head and chirped twice, seemingly agreeing greatly with Wang Anfeng's assessment. Wang Anfeng laughed, gently teasing this very intelligent bird, added a handful of grains to the birdcage, added fresh water, then opened the letter to read it by the lamp. It was indeed Wuxin's handwriting, and as always, concise——

Need support, go to Shanyue Fang.

Wang Anfeng rubbed his brow, somewhat helpless, said:

"As expected, as expected, I just mentioned you, and now orders come down on my head?"

"You truly are hardly being polite at all."

The gray bird chirped twice, seemingly agreeing quite a bit.

Wang Anfeng, somewhat headache, continued to look down at.

"The money is with me."

Then, the second line even more flamboyantly spelled two words full of gusto.

"Extra pay."

The corner of Wang Anfeng's mouth twitched slightly, yet his heart was not disturbed, just felt a bit helplessly talking to himself: "Looks like... Wuxin has decided I am someone who covets wealth. This is incorrect; at most, this is frugality, not greed for money, although similar, in fact, they are different."

"A greedy person would rashly act for wealth, seeking 'advancement,' but frugality is spending wisely, focusing on 'expenditure.' Attempting to use money to drive me is mistaken thinking... "

With this thought, a slightly self-satisfied smile appeared on his face, thinking that Wuxin's move was indeed a foolish one.

Since childhood, he had been taught by his biological father Wang Tiance and Jiang Shouyi. Even though Mr. Ying's actions were always unrestrained, not bound by anything, he was not someone troubled by money.

Usually, just used to being thrifty from childhood due to poverty, cautious with spending, otherwise, if he really wanted some silver coins, not to mention before several times treating invaluable items as mere grass, if he really needed money, possessing the various secret techniques of the Divine Thieves Sect, getting a lot of silver wasn't any hard task?

It's just, although loving money, only taking what is rightfully his.

Wuxin's action indeed underestimated him.

Smiling and shaking his head, but Wang Anfeng's expression immediately became stiff, his eyes widened slightly——

"Wait, wait... that's not right!"

"That's my money!!!"

Wang Anfeng's hand trembled slightly, nearly tearing the letter apart, a breath in his chest surged, the corner of his mouth twitched, as if witnessing Wuxin's fox tail behind him again, took several deep breaths, his gaze then dropped, saw the last line.

Third line.

The person you are looking for has arrived in Xianping County and will be there in about ten days.

Wang Anfeng's pupils contracted slightly, now finally couldn't hold back the shock in his heart, suddenly stood up——

Jiu Zizai senior?!

Wuxin could only be referring to him.

Jiu Zizai, a hermit master in the Jianghu, a close friend of Qingfeng Edge's Great Elder in their youth, an extraordinarily talented martial arts master, rarely seen, achieving true grandmaster status by himself.

Also, the one who made an agreement with him, is the purpose of Wang Anfeng's coming here.

He had journeyed tirelessly from Fufeng County, across Jiangnan Road to this Liangzhou City, choosing the Mid-Autumn Festival specifically, for the purpose of learning the whereabouts of the White Tiger Hall from this mysterious elder.

Since he set out fresh and inexperienced, he had repeatedly crossed paths with the White Tiger Hall, almost losing his life to their martial artists if not for sheer luck.

Moreover, White Tiger Hall had some vague connections to the last days of his parents; he couldn't afford to not care.

Holding the letter, Wang Anfeng's thoughts surged like tidal waves, and he couldn't help but sigh.

It turned out that all the previous was just a side note, the real "price" being set here...