He left Guangfa Gambling House, and a carriage was already waiting outside for him.
He was a Hall Master of the Black Flood Dragon Gang now, after all. He deserved this kind of fanfare.
His temporary drivers were Liu Chun and Xiong Datian, while Zhao Tianhu rode alongside on horseback.
Inside the carriage, Zou Feng closed his eyes in contemplation.
'Immortal Treasure…'
'I was just worrying about not having better resources to complete the accumulation needed to advance from the Eighth to the Seventh Grade. I never thought a solution would present itself so quickly.'
'After all, it felt unrealistic to hope for more Nine Yang Profound Qi Pills.'
'How could my luck be that good? To discover and wipe out another stronghold of the Ten Directions Sect and kill another one of their Commanders?'
'But I can't think I'm set just because of this opportunity with the Immortal Treasure.'
Zou Feng was fairly certain he could win the competition—that was practically a given.
