Back in the bedroom, a heated battle was unavoidable.
The problem was, when the second half of the night began, Feng Hao started his habitual cultivation. But at that very moment, a strange cry echoed from downstairs. It was Barbarian Three Punches. "Kid, get down here right now!"
"Damn it," Feng Hao cursed under his breath. "If this were on Earth, I'd straight up report you for disturbing the peace!" Grumpily, he headed downstairs.
In the dim grocery store, Barbarian Three Punches' bald head was gleaming. Seeing Feng Hao descend, he immediately rushed over. "Kid, these recordings are incredibly precious. Whatever you do, don't spread them around!"
"Don't worry, they're not for sale anyway," Feng Hao said, chuckling in spite of himself. "By the way, are all these martial arts actually valuable?"
