How could Ma Wu be scavenging through trash for food?
He was a rich young master; back when Peddler was taking his medicine, he used to have more than a dozen attendants.
Even though he had only met him once, Li Banfeng had a deep impression of Ma Wu. The man had no airs about him and spoke frankly. When Li Banfeng first arrived, he was clueless about Puluo State, and Ma Wu had provided him with a lot of information and advice.
At that time, Li Banfeng had received the Heavenly Light, and Ma Wu kept reminding Li Banfeng to find a way to stay alive.
Seeing Ma Wu fleeing from the trash heap, Li Banfeng chased after him.
Ma Wu was very weak; even if he weren't, he couldn't outrun a Traveling Cultivator. He rushed into an alley, then suddenly turned around and said, "You've got the wrong person! I'm not Ma Wu!"
Li Banfeng shook his head. "I'm not talking about Ma Wu. I'm talking about one hundred and fifty."
Ma Wu was taken aback. "What one hundred and fifty?"
