Late at night in a thoroughly lamplit city bustling with human traffic.0

Feng Wuji crouched in front of a teahouse, munching on sunflower seeds and eagerly listening to the scholar inside the teahouse recounting a soul-stirring tale.0

His long hair was a bit disheveled and casually pinned into a Daoist topknot. He wore long, dark robes, and his features were defined and angular. His eyes were long, narrow, and squinted, like the sharp edge of a blade.0

Pedestrians shuttled through the streets, and customers piled into the teahouse.0

None of them knew that the “sluggard” crouched in front of the teahouse eating sunflower seeds was actually an unparalleled divine son from the God Domain.0

As the old saying went, a lesser hermit went into seclusion in the wilderness, while a master hermit could go into seclusion even in a city.0

Of course, Feng Wuji was no hermit. He was just greedy for the glitz and sparkle of mortal dust, for amusement, and for relaxation.0

Zhu Tianyou approached from beneath the night sky. When he saw Feng Wuji crouched like a hoodlum, the corners of his lips twitched involu...0