'That old thing... when did he... become a True Man?'
Hearing the chorus of kneeling from all around, and the endless crowd of devotees.
The bandit was shocked, then confused beside Zhang Feng.
He clearly remembered that a year ago, in the small courtyard, Zhang Feng was at most Foundation Establishment, a proper Foundation Establishment!
But Zhang Feng did not first pay attention to the bandit's astonishment; instead, his vital energy spread out, intentionally transforming the visible energy into something invisible, lifting more than a thousand people off the street.
"We thank the True Man..."
Faced with such divine magic from a True Man, everyone, though astonished, mostly rose with hands held together and bowed in gratitude.
Except for those four cultivators.
They were still kneeling.
And though they could feel some gazes upon them, even sensing that their former title of 'Master' was lost.
