Although Chu Feng did not deeply understand some matters concerning the eight major factions of the outer Jinghu World, he still knew about them. For those in the Jinghu World, these were basic common knowledge.
Of course, for someone at Chu Feng's level of existence, it was impossible not to know even if he didn't want to. Moreover, there were detailed records within the Dragon Soul, and Chu Feng had long since committed them to memory.
As the saying goes, one cannot have too many skills, and knowing a bit more had no downsides for Chu Feng. After all, he had to face people from all walks of life every day.
While Chu Feng was speaking with the Sect Leader of the Beggar Sect, a bullet buried itself in the ground at the feet of Old Black Man's mother.
Having never witnessed such a spectacle before, Old Black Man's mother was terrified and screamed miserably.
