Foolish Spendthrift No.1 (1)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Under everyone's gazes, Zhou Jing flew across the river and landed on the shore. He casually threw the trembling Kong Bao to the ground and retracted his magic powers.
20 to 30 villagers knelt on the ground, their faces filled with excitement, as they constantly chanted the "deity" word.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhou Jing could not help but sigh.
As expected, this Wind Summoning Technique was too convenient to use in this world.
However, he only needed to bewitch others and make them think that he had divine powers. There was no need to call himself a god for the time being… If he raised his "presence" too high, it would easily be seen through. It was better to leave room for others to imagine and hypothesize instead.
Thinking of this, Zhou Jing raised his palm and smiled, "Everyone, please rise. I'm not the immortal that descended from the heavens. I'm just a mystic from the wilderness. There's no need to worship me."