A day passed.
Tang Wen had not wasted the five thousand taels of silver, nor had he taken on a fifty-thousand-tael debt for nothing.
Through repeated attempts at Visualization, the Power of the Night Divine Fist he had already Mastered gained many new variations.
A chilling intent!
A killing intent!
A terrifying intent!
BANG!
Tang Wen threw a punch, and an icy mist instantly appeared, causing the temperature to plummet.
When his time was up, he opened the door. Shopkeeper Li Miao and that two-headed nightmare hound were long gone.
Waiting for him underground were two attendants.
Tang Wen first returned to his room. He applied wax to his face and stuck on a fake beard, making himself look like a man in his twenties or thirties.
Just as he finished, there was a knock on the door.
"Shopkeeper Li?"
Li Miao slipped inside, followed by two maids holding wine pitchers and two attendants carrying food containers.
The food and wine were placed on the table.
