“One act of worship, an opportunity to cultivate within the Kunlun Sect?”
In the tavern, Fatty Old Ma sat at a table by the window, looking somewhat distracted. His short fingers stroked the jade pendant in his hand. After a while, a strange expression appeared on his face. He looked at Lu Chen and asked this question.
Sitting opposite him, Lu Chen tilted his head back and drained a cup of wine, then shrugged and said, “That’s what he said.”
Old Ma snorted, his eyes fixed on Lu Chen. “Don’t play dumb in front of me. I don’t believe you can’t hear how strange those words are.”
Lu Chen smiled but did not reply.
Old Ma ignored him and continued, “The principles of this world are all the same. Look at the ordinary people in Qingshuitang Village. They spend most of their lives working them
