Why do I have so many masters?

Pausing for a moment, Wang Anfeng thought of Tie Lin's icy face after checking Xu Sixing's injuries, and guiltily added:

"Under the Medicine King Valley's medical skills."

Then he strolled to the window, pushing it open to gaze at the vast State City, where the district market stretched like fish scales to a great distance, teeming with bustling crowds.

This is a very large city.

Getting back from the North City Gate without alerting everyone was really challenging, even for him, as sweat beaded on his forehead. Tie Lin had suggested bringing over a cart, but Wang Anfeng said it was almost dawn and worried that commoners might see, so he decided to act on his own.

Because, at that moment, a deliberately lowered voice with a sinister tone made him change his original plan.

Wang Anfeng tapped his forehead, repeating with a helpless smile:

"The mighty Mansion Master of Divine Martial Mansion reduced to charcoal by a lightning strike, and then hires a cart to transport the wood."

"Divine Martial Mansion's reputation would be shattered..."

Wang Anfeng looked back at the black figure wrapped in a white sheet on the ground, a thought occurred to him; after all, in Great Qin's countryside, donkey carts were used to transport charcoal during winter. It wouldn't hurt to haul one... no, a person's worth of charcoal in advance.

And it was cheap, only fifty wen.

At this moment, Wang Anfeng slightly raised his eyes, looking towards the door, sensing a familiar presence there. After fully activating the wooden sword's Divine Weapon Spirit Rhythm, his perception seemed more acute, instantly identifying the visitor.

Quickly, he put away his helpless expression; regardless of how carefree his third master was, there was a line he couldn't cross. As the Mansion Master of the Jianghu power Divine Martial Mansion, he couldn't afford to be as casual as before, or the entire Mansion might be underestimated.

Before the visitor knocked, Wang Anfeng dusted off, tidied up, and calmly spoke ahead of time:

"Is it Miss Sikou? Please come in..."

Outside, Sikou Tingfeng paused slightly, surprised to be detected beforehand, her expression changed. She pushed the wooden door open and saw the impeccably dressed Wang Anfeng, with the azure sky and bustling Great Qin State City behind him as a backdrop.

The vast expanse of heaven and earth contrasted sharply with Wang Anfeng in his black vigorous attire, sleeves rolled up, revealing a white lining, so much so that he didn't seem to belong to this world, feeling out of place.

Yet there was another hidden aura connecting him to the deepest reaches of this realm.

Sikou Tingfeng instinctively halted.

Originally planning to inquire what happened to Wang Anfeng yesterday, but many times, there's something more definitive than words. Seeing the slight Spirit Rhythm Wang Anfeng couldn't yet contain confirmed Sikou Tingfeng's suspicions.

Even if the thunderstorm wasn't caused by Wang Anfeng, he was undeniably involved.

With this certainty, Sikou Tingfeng had nothing more to say but felt it rude just to see him and leave, upon seeing his gentle smile.

Sikou Tingfeng's face remained indifferent, eyes scanning the room and landing on the dark heap by Wang Anfeng's feet. Due to the angle, she only saw part of it, not immediately considering it a person, asked offhandedly:

"It's only autumn, why have you brought in this pile of charcoal?"

Wang Anfeng's smile faltered slightly. Even though Xu Sixing's plight was his doing, he felt a twinge of guilt and pity for this fearsome Jianghu villain.

After all, he was once a top martial artist with hopes of reaching Grandmaster.

Wang Anfeng pressed his lips, contemplating on how to explain this human-shaped lump of charcoal, when footsteps were heard outside. Li Qidao, with his full head of white hair, entered briskly, his tiger gaze landed on Xu Sixing, startled:

"Did you go out and bring back some charcoal?"

Wang Anfeng's mouth twitched, tapping his forehead, using his foot with enough force not to disrupt Xu Sixing's internal Qi Mechanism, he flipped the Jianghu villain over, revealing his closed eyes and pursed mouth, still showing some of his original elegance, but devoid of any hair.

Li Qidao exclaimed again:

"A Kunlun Slave?!"

Wang Anfeng's mouth twitched anew, glanced at Sikou Tingfeng, shook his head, and calmly said:

"No, it's Xu Sixing."

Sikou Tingfeng, familiar with the identities of all major Jianghu masters, involuntarily widened her eyes.

Gong Yu hurried back to the city with Dongfang Ximing. When they returned, the first floor of the inn was filled with people having their morning meal. The inn's cook had set up a wooden table outside with two large black iron pots full of mooncakes inscribed with "peace" and warm rice porridge, its fragrance enticing.

Dongfang Ximing had been dragged away by Chi Pengfei since last night, anxious and starved, and his stomach growled at the aroma, his face reddening.

Gong Yu halted slightly, speaking plainly:

"It's just in time for breakfast, let's eat first, no rush."

Dongfang Ximing's eyes brightened, sitting by a wooden table with Gong Yu. The eager waiter quickly cleaned the table, sterilized tea cups with boiling water, served two bowls of clear tea, and enthusiastically inquired about their morning meal preferences, mentioning today's special porridge, pancakes, mooncakes, and light side dishes, like red oil cucumber.

Dongfang Ximing glanced at Gong Yu, his voice timid:

"Is there meat...?"

The waiter nodded: "Yes, yes! We slaughtered a lame ox half a month ago, made into stewed and braised beef. Unfortunately, there's not much left, but today we also have freshly roasted pork leg, crispy on the outside, tender inside. Why not give it a try?"

Dongfang Ximing's eyes lit up, following the waiter's gesture to another table with a full plate of roast meat on white porcelain, weighing at least three pounds, with the outer skin slightly charred, someone poking it with chopsticks causing a crispy sound, releasing a faint aroma.

The waiter smiled:

"How much would you like, sir?"

Dongfang Ximing turned pale, subconsciously declining with a wave:

"No, there's no need..."

"I don't like eating meat!"

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