Beyond Wang Wei's expectations, Feng Heng did not show up immediately. No, the latter waited a month before sneaking to the place he was. Plus, he made it appear as if he just passing by, and nothing else.
Then, Wang Wei emerged in front of him.
With a calm look on his face, Feng Heng asked: "Sacred Son Wang Wei? Is there something I can do for you?"
Wang Wei scrutinized everything about Feng Heng, from his speech pattern to his facial expression, to his body language; to his eyes, he did not find anything odd.
He could not understand why the future sect master of the Taiyi Profound Gate–a Taoist Sect that hated Buddhism could help him cultivate that scripture.
"I'll be straightforward. I receive divination that you would be able to help me cultivate this peerless cultivation technique."
