Chapter 145: A Sycophant Meets a Bad End
"Am I blind? You dare to deceive me with such a simple illusion?"
Feng Qing'an kicked the stinky, raggedy shoe into a pile of rotting vegetables and leaves and left without looking back; Even in his eyes, the shoe at hand might resembled a cloud-patterned white boot radiating with a magical spirit.
Even if this raggedy boot was a treasure, it was meant to be stepped on. It was so foul that he had no desire to pick it up, besides it was only one boot. Therefore, the refuse dump at the market was the perfect place for it.
The old man who was ordering him around on the stone bridge also appeared to him in two distinct forms, one was a poor, decrepit old man that he probably wanted him to see, and the other was the dignified Feather Robe Immortal.
Feng Qing'an knew that this was an opportunity presenting itself to him, but the way this opportunity was presenting itself was not to his taste. He couldn't bear to indulge this old man's whims, it was so demeaning.