22 A Friendly Acquaintance (2/2)

Fang frowned and looked at his clothes. They were muddy and dirty, dripping with wet mush.

”Ahh....” Tang Junxin frowned awkwardly.

The chauffeur sniffed haughtily, turning up his nose at the hobo. Fang smiled and released his aura. Immediately, Tang Junxin felt a suppressing force. He grimaced as he resisted the urge to kneel. The chauffeur sat, mouth open in shock.

Meanwhile, Fang pushed off the dirt and mud from his clothes. They began to sparkle, tempered by his aura.

[High-Grade Farmer's Tunic Created]

[High-Grade Farmer's Trousers Created]

[High-Grade Farmer's Undergarments Created]

[High-Grade Farmer's Boots Created]

Fang's face twitched again at these notifications. Resisting the urge to curse, he smiled and retracted his aura. The very act of drawing out his aura had evolved his simple clothes into high grade battle armor, driving him to the point of tears. He really couldn't live an ordinary life, could he?

Behind him, Tang Junxin stood shocked. That aura just now.... terrified him. Who was this man?

Swallowing his fear, he approached Fang.

”Master Innkeeper,...what...what exactly is your purpose in coming here?” he asked tentatively.

Fang turned to look at him lazily.

”I'm just wandering around here and there. I guess I came hear because... I wanted insight into the Laws of Mud...,” he spoke nonchalantly.

The duo nearly spit blood. Did this man think that mastering a Law was truly that easy?

”I've been walking in this for almost an hour now... and I've achieved 60% mastery...almost there!” he spoke again.

The chauffeur and Tang Junxin nearly fainted. This comprehension speed...could not be found in the entire Empire! This raw power and talent...outclassed them by such a large degree.

Meanwhile, Fang stared at them. The two looked awestruck.

'What did I say? All I did was gain mastery over the Law of Mud... I even decreased the percentage I learned so that it wouldn't seem that impressive...Why are they looking at me like I'm some kind of cultivation monster?' he thought.

The duo nearly spit blood as they saw his expression: he was genuinely puzzled. Could he not realize the greatness of his achievement? That would be impossible! Surely this man was a cultivating genius right?

”Sir....Revered Master?” the chauffeur asked.

Fang looked at him. He nodded.

”Who exactly are you?”

Fang thought about his answer momentarily not speaking whatsoever. Smiling, he waved his hand.

”I'm just a simple farmer,” he spoke.

The duo's eyes bulged out as they shot stupefied and incredulous gazes towards the oblivious Fang.