"My elder brother doesn't wish to cultivate?"
Feng Qing'an, who heard this for the first time, was stunned for a moment. He then quickly recovered, didn't think much of it. Whether his older brother cultivated or not didn't matter, since he made slaying gods and demons look as simple as cutting melons and chopping vegetables.
The only one who had survived his older brother's sword, and continued to fight the Heavenly Dragon monk in the sky, was the old city god.
Although he didn't know the specifics, he understood that the old city god was implicated by his descendants and hadn't done anything wrong. He might even have some merit.
That's why he wasn't killed by his brother's sword. Otherwise, Feng Qing'an suspected that the city god he saw this time might have assumed office within the past two years.
"That's his business, it doesn't concern me. I have the heart to cultivate!"
