Fang Zong asked in bewilderment, "Why are you following me?"

The high school student said very seriously, "I'm telling you that you can't do this anymore. You're bullying the weak."

Fang Zong glared at him: "Are you lecturing me?"

Is this kid crazy? Even a fool could see that I'm stronger than him.

If it were a more hot-tempered general, he would have slapped him to the ground.

After being scolded by Fang Zong, the high school student was very scared. He took a step back and then stepped forward again, getting two steps closer to Fang Zong.

He puffed out his chest and said, "I know you're powerful, but there are others in our Eastern Kingdom who are more powerful than you, and they wouldn't do this!"

Fang Zong: "Huh?"

Who are you referring to?

Fang Zong thought about the people who were more powerful than him, but he didn't know much about them, and there were only a few ghosts among them.

For example, Meng Laode, Wang Lao, the snake next to Wang Lao, Bao Xiaomei, or the second princess of Yin Yang Road.

If it were a human, it wouldn't be a matter of life and death, but if it were that snake or the second princess, would the groom still be alive?

Not remembering who the other person was talking about, Fang Zong was also curious and rubbed his nose: "Which powerful figure is so merciful?"

The high school student, with an air of righteous indignation, declared: "Fang Zong, the thug in a suit!"

Fang Zong's expression was blank.

The high school student clearly misunderstood and asked, "Scared now? Let me tell you, the 'Suit-wearing thug' helps the weak and punishes the wicked. Everyone in the country speaks highly of him. Unlike you, who bullies people with your fists. Do you think you can judge others just because you're powerful? If the 'Suit-wearing thug' doesn't like you, can he judge you too?"

Fang Zong: "...It should be possible."

The high school student laughed and said, "That's right. My master told me that the suit-wearing thugs are calling on everyone to be peaceful and friendly, and to stick together for warmth. Like what just happened, let's have a good talk with them, wouldn't that be great?"

Fang Zong: "..."

Who said peace and friendship? Me?

I never said that!

Fang Zong was too lazy to pay attention to the little guy and was completely speechless. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly frowned.

Something's not right.

He turned and asked, "How do you know the thug in the suit is named Fang Zong?"

"Suit-wearing thug" is both his name and his code name.

Let alone outside, even within the Demon Slayer Corps, only warriors who exchange name cards, which is tantamount to exchanging friendship, know each other's real names.

His name is classified, and it's classified above the Leopard Ranking.

Ordinary military officers cannot even get close to them!

The high school student's face changed drastically; he realized he had broken a taboo and shouldn't have spread the name of the thug in the suit around.

He shook his head vigorously: "I was eavesdropping, don't tell anyone, it's illegal!"

Fang Zong narrowed his eyes: "Who told you that?"

"My second senior brother, Youmingfeng!"

Suddenly, the high school student puffed out his chest again, adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, and said, "I'm warning you, the real name of the suit-wearing thug is top secret. You absolutely mustn't tell anyone. If it gets out, I'll just have my second senior brother take him to serve tea to the thug's older brother to apologize, and you'll be in big trouble. He'll definitely teach you a lesson!"

Fang Zong's lips twitched.

Okay, I'll teach me a lesson.

He grabbed the high school student by the collar and said, "Come on, take me to find Youmingfeng."

A high school student kicked out: "What are you doing?"

Fang Zong glared: "Children shouldn't meddle in adult matters!"

July 1, 2019!

Dongguk Party Founding Day!

The streets were bustling with traffic and people coming and going.

At this moment, Fang Zong's "terrible" price of spending ten yuan completely changed the high school students' opinion of him.

Ten yuan for three grilled sausages and a bottle of sports drink.

The friendships between naive high school students are so easily deceived.

High school student Su Bai, munching on a grilled sausage, said, "Our Wind God Sect is just ahead. My second senior brother just came out of the Spirit Spring and advanced to the level of a magic-level expert. He said he's on his way back and will be back at the sect by nightfall."

Fang Zong nodded, somewhat surprised.

The Spirit Spring is where Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo went. It is said that one can use external forces to advance one or two spells, and if they are lucky, they might even become a spell-level expert.

But the Nether Wind came out, so why didn't they come out?

Fang Zong took out his phone and called Li Xiaoran, but it was still switched off.

He shook his head and put his phone back in his pocket.

"We're here!" Su Bai exclaimed happily.

Fang Zong looked ahead and found that it was an old alley, which should be in an area to be demolished and rebuilt, with the word "demolish" written in many places.

Continuing to walk in, you come to a single-story courtyard house. Although it is large, the house is very old. A thin old man is fanning himself with an old-fashioned palm-leaf fan and listening to the radio with an even older model.

"Little Bai, you brought a friend?" the old man said with a gentle smile.

Su Bai shook his head and said, "Yes, I came to see my second senior brother."

"Your second senior brother hasn't returned yet."

The old man glanced at Fang Zong, then looked at Su Bai with concern: "Little Bai, did you cause any trouble outside today? Remember, be peaceful and friendly, and don't cause any trouble... Hmm, that's what your idol, the suit-wearing thug, said too."

Su Bai nodded firmly and led Fang Zong inside.

The courtyard is quite large, a mud courtyard of over 300 square meters, where spinach and carrots are grown.

After walking a distance, Fang Zong shook his head: "Your old man guarding the gate of the Fengshen Sect is quite nosy?"

Yes, they're meddling in other people's business!

God-like peace and love!

And it was me who said it!

Fang Zong was almost speechless, but Su Bai looked up at him, even more speechless.

"What's wrong?"

"The old gatekeeper you mentioned is my master, and also the current sect leader of our Fengshen Sect."

Fang Zong: "..."

"Little White!" someone suddenly spoke.

Fang Zong turned his head and saw a girl of about eighteen or nineteen years old, with pigtails, wearing a tight-fitting outfit, with delicate features, staring at him with a hostile expression.

The girl hugged Su Bai and pointed at Fang Zong, asking, "What's he doing here?"

Su Bai answered honestly, "Third Senior Sister, he came to see Second Senior Brother."

The girl was very wary and asked again, "Looking for Pigsy to fight?"

Su Bai continued to answer honestly, "I don't know."

The girl glanced at Fang Zong's Shattered Star Blade and warned him directly: "Let me tell you, our Wind God Sect advocates peace and friendship, and we never cause trouble. Apart from our second senior brother, we have no connection with the Ghost Killing Team. If you want to have a sword duel... remember this: my second senior brother is very powerful, and he's also a friend of that suit-wearing thug!"

Fang Zong: "..."

I……

Speechless!

What kind of damn sect is this?

For a moment, Fang Zong had the urge to turn around and leave, not even bothering to visit Youmingfeng on the way. He felt that if he stayed any longer, he would go crazy.

Just as he was about to say goodbye and leave, his arms vibrated; it was a call back from Li Xiaoran.

Fang Zong walked to the side to answer the phone.

"You're out?"

"Um."

"How's it going at the Spirit Spring?"

“I advanced to the first level of spellcasting, while Xiao Nuo almost didn’t get the third spell.”

After explaining the situation, Li Xiaoran asked directly, "Where are you?"

Fang Zong: "...Fengshen Sect."