Luo Feng was walking leisurely on the street, occasionally glancing at the street vendors, as if unaware of the three sneaky people behind him.
In three months, it would be Zi Ling's birthday. He estimated that by then, he would have achieved the eighth level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, so he planned to go back to Panlong City and would naturally need to pick out a gift.
"Boss, look at that kid, smooth-skinned and well-dressed. He must be some rich kid who doesn't know the heights of the heavens. The ring on his hand is shining bright, it must be a treasure."
Ten meters away, a young man with small eyes glanced at the Washing Dragon Ring on Luo Feng's hand, greed flashing in his eyes, and said to the two people beside him.
The three were the martial artists who followed Luo Feng out of the teahouse. The leader was an ugly man with a large part of his head missing, only a third remaining, looking terrifying.
"Boss, why don't we just take this kid out!"
