Having paid the deposit and rent, Chu Feng did not waste any more time. Amid the admiring and envious gazes of the crowd, he strode towards a Supreme Secret Room.
Sima Zhen was immensely grateful to Chu Feng, silently thinking, "Junior Brother Chu, when I advance to the Sword God Realm, I will definitely not let you down and will assist you with all my might to establish a foothold in the Ten Thousand Sword Sect."
For Chu Feng, twenty-five thousand taels of silver was nothing.
But for Sima Zhen, it was indeed a timely aid.
He was a man of few words; the kindness and favor shown to him by others were deeply remembered, to be reciprocated at the crucial moment.
Being repeatedly overshadowed by Chu Feng and reduced to merely his backdrop, Yang Tianbao's face was extremely gloomy, and he could no longer maintain his usual gentlemanly smile like a spring breeze.
