Feng Zhaoyang arrived downstairs, ready to handle some matters.
But just as he was about to leave Yunxiang Building, he noticed someone behind him calling his name. Of course, if it was just someone simply calling his name, then it wouldn't matter, and he wouldn't need to pay much attention. The key part was this person also added an exclamation behind it.
"Fellow Daoist Feng, you're really quick."
This is pointless, you think I want to be quick? It's broad daylight, isn't it? And I have other things to deal with; otherwise, with my Spirit Storage Stage cultivation, controlling something like this would be easy. Look at what you've just said.
Then Feng Zhaoyang, feeling somewhat displeased, glanced toward the voice, and saw a man in a red outfit wearing a small fox mask. This man sat in a corner of Yunxiang Building's first-floor hall, with other women by his side, helping him massage his shoulders.
This is?
