Why do I have so many masters?

Wang Anfeng poured himself a cup of tea, his right hand caressing the white porcelain cup, taking a sip and thinking carefully about the details of the matter.

Since 'Qiong Qi' is currently in Xianping County and not far from Liangzhou, he could infiltrate the city, severely injure that guy on the spot, and then sell him a flaw when he fights desperately, allowing him to leave.

As this thought crossed his mind, Wang Anfeng suddenly discovered another issue.

Initially, he planned to deal with 'Qiong Qi' after the Wooden Sword's spirit recovered, but from the current situation, the opponent might not stay long in Liangzhou City.

If 'Qiong Qi' leaves when the Wooden Sword's spirit recovers.

It will be difficult to find such a good opportunity again.

If he directly seeks trouble without waiting for the Wooden Sword to recover, he might encounter multiple Sword Servants attacking; with only his martial arts, Wang Anfeng could defeat those incomplete Fourth Rank Sword Servants one-on-one, and even if challenged by two, his Qinggong would allow him to defeat them individually.

However, he initially planned to disguise as the tall elder he saw last night, to divert trouble; with the elder's martial arts, if unable to swiftly deal with the Sword Servants, 'Qiong Qi' would definitely see the problem unless his brain was stuck in a doorframe.

"A dilemma indeed..."

Wang Anfeng couldn't help but sigh, realizing the situation seemed not as simple as he thought; every choice was a gamble, with considerable chance of error.

Thinking left and right with no solution, he simply stood up and paced inside the room, fingers gently tapping his brow, eyebrows tightly furrowed—

This matter is extremely difficult, yet also extremely simple.

To resolve it, either fill the Wooden Sword's spirit in an instant, or find something to attract 'Qiong Qi', preventing him from leaving.

Fingers paused slightly on his brow as Wang Anfeng followed this line of thought.

Divine Weapon's miraculous abilities cannot be replenished overnight.

As for 'Qiong Qi', originating from the Famous Swords Organization, according to the message from Shi Huadie, his background seems extraordinary; this mission was prepared for him to accumulate merits and advance to the steward position.

But since Xu Sixing lives in limbo, naturally, such promotion talk is nonsense; he is surely unwilling, hoping for a chance to correct his mistakes...

Regarding something enough to attract him.

Wang Anfeng paused slightly, his gaze instinctively shifted to the chair, where sat the man wrapped in white cloth, skin charred and revealing ghastly burns, no hair on his head; he was Xu Sixing, a Fourth Rank Martial Artist equal in rank with 'Qiong Qi'.

If there's anything in Liangzhou City able to make 'Qiong Qi' linger, unwilling to leave, it must be the elusive Dongfang Ningxin hidden somewhere in Liangzhou, and the potential intelligence held by Xu Sixing before him.

Due to Xu Sixing's capture, and the unfinished task, Qiong Qi has already committed a slight fault; if Xu Sixing is captured alive by renowned catchers, that would be a major mistake, returning to the organization with not only no merits but also punishment awaiting.

Someone like 'Qiong Qi', eager to achieve merits to restore his family, can't tolerate this happening; staying in Liangzhou during this period, observing Xu Sixing's fate.

Wang Anfeng's thoughts became clearer, pacing to Xu Sixing's side, raising a hand to press his shoulder, qi flowing through his acupoints, detecting his vitality somewhat restored, and if he applies strong acupuncture, he can awaken him earlier.

However, Xu Sixing will likely be weak, suffering from persistent pain and itchiness as lasting aftereffects.

One is the best opportunity for revenge, even concerned with his and his grandfather's safety; the other is the notorious criminal who once kidnapped his cousin. In less than a breath, Wang Anfeng made a choice.

He looked at the 'silent' Xu Sixing, couldn't help but apologize internally, giving him a pat on the shoulder as an apology.

The Fourth Rank Martial Artist before him was indeed the 'top tier' figure of the century.

First used as bait to catch the two criminals investigated by Wuxin, and now to lure 'Qiong Qi' from the same organization, staying for days beneath the bed without a drop of water or grain, sustained solely by the Fourth Rank Martial Artist's physique.

Seeing his darkened countenance, Wang Anfeng could feel a silent grievance.

A dignified Fourth Rank Grandmaster used as a tool.

If he were to awaken now, he would likely howl to the sky and immediately endure humiliation, biting his tongue to end himself.

Thinking of this, Wang Anfeng apologized, reaching out to dislocate his jaw.

Then he turned and paced to the window, taking out paper and pen, luckily this inn had some elegance, with all four treasures of calligraphy present, sparing him many troubles, he thought a bit then swiftly wrote, beginning with the word 'Wuxin', followed by a few sentences.

He slightly frowned, thinking directness seemed inappropriate; too straightforward tends to reveal flaws to such observant individuals like Wuxin, crumpling the note, igniting it with qi, then rewriting anew.