Night.
General's mansion, main hall grand banquet.
"Many thanks to Daoist Zhang for today's life-saving grace!"
Compared to usual banquets, Zhang Feng could only cook, and after cooking, he could join the table.
Now.
Zhang Feng was seated next to the General, being toasted by the General with gratitude.
At the same time.
Zhang Feng glanced at the cultivators around, noticing more cautiousness and curiosity on their faces.
And in the courtyard, those bricks were laid by them.
As for them.
Zhang Feng actually had some thoughts.
Because the Fire Spirit's protection and the structure of the earth wall were almost completely grasped.
Then, could he ask for their magic techniques?
Earlier, he didn't study them, thinking it required a lot of 'social dealings', which seemed meaningless.
But now, seeing how they respected him.
It was simply going with the flow.
Thinking about it, just as Zhang Feng was about to ask them for their magic arts.
Whisper—
