When Feng Jun emerged, the sky had already turned pitch black, but four large candles lit the room, making it relatively bright.
He first motioned with his mouth to Lang Zhen, "Old Lang, go take a look downstairs and see if there's anything I missed."
Without a word, Lang Zhen went down to check, while Mr. Shi looked utterly astonished, "So... there really is no limit on cultivation level?"
"Heh," Feng Jun chuckled dryly, without directly answering, and thought to himself, You like playing mysterious, don't you? Let's give you a taste of your own medicine.
But Mr. Shi did not take it to heart because it wasn't that he lacked curiosity—rather, he had heard far too many vague statements like this and had grown accustomed to them. If the other party did not wish to elaborate, he would not press the matter.
Then, his gaze fell upon the dark and unassuming Single Mace. He was taken aback for a moment, then his brow furrowed, "Could I take a look at this... this here?"
