"Indeed, there are cultivators, and there's even a specialized organization 'Destiny.' So that's how it is!" Pang Feng stared at the ring on his ring finger, which had the words "Destiny" inscribed on it; this was his gain from the beatdown he delivered to Zhao Shixing yesterday.
"This old geezer must think my origins are incredibly mysterious, holding me in esteem like I am an ancestor. It seems he wouldn't dare plot against me!" Pang Feng felt the weight of the 'Destiny' ring and was in a very cheerful mood.
'Destiny' is truly a national organization, and any member of 'Destiny' holds an extremely revered status in this country. According to Zhao Shixing, those who represent 'Destiny' embody legitimacy, and there are only a handful of individuals that possess the 'Destiny' ring.
"The Zhao Family is not to be underestimated, ah! I acquired this ring all too easily," Pang Feng tucked the ring away, a slight smile curling the corners of his mouth.
