"Get lost," Dao Feng said, taking a sip of his liquor. "From now on, you are forbidden from using my name for anything. Remember, I have nothing more to do with the Zhang family."
"Heh, that won't do! Alright, we're leaving," said the second madam of the Zhang family, preparing to depart with her entourage.
Yet, their intention to exploit Dao Feng's name remained unchanged. The high-grade monster steeds and the exquisite clothes they wore today had all been obtained by invoking his name. Those shopkeepers had provided the goods out of respect for "Dao Feng" and the weight carried by the title "disciple of Wu Tian."
"You're going too far," Dao Feng said, his fists clenched. "I'll count to three. Change your minds." He was unwilling to let his name be used for their schemes. If the Zhang family committed any misdeeds in his name, the karmic consequences would surely find their way back to him. Having been a Monk for a time, Dao Feng was a devout and unwavering believer in karma.
