บท 38: How Could He Eat Soft Rice With This Face?

Feng Fan feigned a scared expression before beginning his explanation, though he had no intention of revealing the truth.

"Elder Jiang, it's like this… That damn Zhang Qi, a senior disciple with no regard for the sect's rules, found out about my fight against thirty Qi Cultivation disciples. He wanted to steal what he believed was a powerful defensive technique."

Elder Jiang nodded slightly, already aware of some parts of the story, where Feng Fan fought against thirty Qi Cultivation disciples.

Noticing this, Feng Fan adjusted his narrative. 'So they already know the basics? Good, less work for me.'

"Zhang Qi approached me earlier, claiming he wanted to buy my so-called technique. But I don't even have a technique! How could I? I'm just a poor, unfortunate soul who was kidnapped from Earth by malicious people, only to be discarded as useless trash…"

Elder Jiang's face flushed. 'This brat! He's mocking me!'