Chapter Six Hundred and Ninety Two – Feng Xin Zi (2/2)

A bright voice suddenly spoke. A Heng’s heart shook even more. He hadn’t even detected this person coming so close. He turned his face and when the other’s appearance entered his field of view, he was shocked again, yao!

“Who are you?” The incomer asked as he looked at Zuo Mo with curiosity, “They say that the Sky Pole Lightning Hoop had been lost long ago. I hadn’t thought that someone would still know it. So interesting.”

Zuo Mo raised his eyes to look at the other and was astounded inside. This person had been silent when approaching, like a ghost. If it wasn’t that Zuo Mo’s sixth sense was much stronger than the average person, he would have had a difficult time detecting them.

This person was not old. His clothing was tasteful and it could be seen at a glance that he had status. The other had a sunny smile and seemed friendly.

However, Zuo Mo did not answer. While the other looked harmonious, Zuo Mo could feel a thread of a chilling presence from the other. This presence was extremely faint and hidden deeply. However, Zuo Mo’s sixth sense was above normal. He was unusually sensitive to dangerous presences. This cold presence gave him an extreme feeling of danger. It was like a snake coiled in the darkness, cold and cruel.

Also, this kind of cold cruelty was hidden in that sunny and warm smile. It caused Zuo Mo’s hairs to stand up.

“Sir is?” A Heng showed a smile as he looked thoughtfully at the other.

“I am Feng Xin Zi.” The youth smiled.

A Heng’s expression changed. “So Sir is Feng Xin Zi, my apologies for my manners! I hear that among the younger generation, Brother Feng is a leader!”

His heart was filled with helplessness. The more he didn’t want to encounter something, he encountered it. Feng Xin Zi was the guard leader of Ji Li Yu’s group and also an expert among the yao. His power was unfathomable and A Heng did not have any confidence he would win in a fight.

Feng Xin Zi smiled and said, “Minuscule abilities like mine cannot be seen in public. What are you two fighting about, how about everyone take a step back for my sake?”

A Heng’s face was smiling. “Since Brother Feng said this, this little brother is no problems.”

At this time, Zuo Mo saw the Ji Family young master hurrying over and understood what had happened. An imperceptible smile came to the corner of his mouth. “This one doesn’t have any objections.”

Feng Xin Zi was overjoyed. “Great! Why don’t I have a drink with you two, since we have resolved matters peacefully?”

The Ji Family young master was about to speak when A Heng glanced at him. His cold gaze caused the young master’s curses to shrink back into his mouth. A smile once again hung on A Heng’s face. “Naturally.”

Feng Xin Zi turned to look at Zuo Mo.

Zuo Mo shook his head. “My apologies, this one still has matters and not the time. Please pardon me.”

Finishing, he left with A Gui and Ceng Lian’er.

Feng Xin Zi’s gaze immediately darkened. A Heng saw this, and an imperceptible smile flashed across his lips before disappearing. “Brother Feng, let’s go and drink until we are drunk!”

A sunny smile came back onto Feng Xin Zi’s smile. “Alright!”

Feng Xin Zi. Zuo Mo was sure that he had heard this name somewhere. But no matter how hard he thought about it, he could not remember.

He gave up, but he was sure that Feng Xin Zi was extremely powerful. Zuo Mo noticed that Feng Xin Zi had come from that yao group. Right now, Zuo Mo only wanted to cultivate and not get dragged into other matters. Consequently, he had not hesitated in refusing Feng Xin Zi’s invitation.

“Let’s go and see where we can buy White Ridge Snake Bones,” Zuo Mo pushed his thoughts aside and said to Ceng Lian’er.

Zuo Mo’s group went into a few shops and did not have any discoveries. A kind-hearted storekeeper told them honestly that what they sold would not reach the level of the White Ridge Snake Bones and suggested for them to go the Rare Articles Hall to look.

The three followed the shopkeeper’s suggestion and went to the Rare Articles Hall.

The entrance to the Rare Articles Hall was normal and almost in disrepair. It seemed like an average little store and did not show any of the presence of the best store in Bu Zhou City.

Zuo Mo and Ceng Lian’er exchanged a look. Both of them were slightly surprised.

But since they had come, Zuo Mo decided to go in to look. When they stepped across the doorway, the scene in front of them changed.

Mo weapons of strange shapes hung in the void in front of them. Each mo weapon had a completely different presence, some warm, some explosive, some cold … …

These mo weapons of various styles were arranged in parallel to form a staircase made completely of mo weapons.

Stepping on the stairs, they could clearly feel the unique presence of the mo weapons under their feet. This feeling was extremely strange.

Zuo Mo couldn’t help but sigh in shock. Such extravagance.

Each of these mo weapons were general level mo weapons. Any of them, if put on the market, would be good things. But in this place, they were just used as stairs for people to step on.

Ceng Lian’er’s eyes immediately lit up. With this staircase, it could be seen just how powerful Rare Articles Hall was.

When they walked to the end of the staircase, an old person was already waiting there.

Translator Ramblings: Zuo Mo needs to stop using lost arts. They arouse too much interest.