Lu Sheng had hold the opinion that people with secret background, astonishing cultivation and abundant wealth, like Song Ning, would always look down upon others, but Song Ning was different and his action of returning the spiritual stones for the Spiritual Spring was totally unexpected to Lu Sheng.
As for Song Ning, he didn't think too much about it factually. He was just pretending to be the second chief disciple for Woods, the guarding beast of the Tianyuan School. After noticing that a thousand spiritual stones were indeed expensive, he returned them to Lu Sheng.
When he came to Wang Fushan's room, it was already dark. The Tianyuan School was large, so If not many disciples who knew where Wang Fushan's house was, it would take Song Ning a lot of time to go there.
Wang Fushan had been waiting for Song Ning for a big while. Seeing Song Ning's approaching, he immediately waved his hands, "Song, Song Ning, here!"
He had wanted to call Song Ning brother, but when he recalled Song Ning was hiding the identity, he changed to call Song Ning's name, which made him a little bit feared.
Many disciples around were looking at Wang Fushan curiously, for they remembered that Wang Fushan had had conflicts with Song Ning before, but why did he look very happy now?
Song Ning walked over to him quickly, and Wang Fushan glanced around, screaming coldly, "What are you looking at? You don't cultivate?"
The disciples were forced to leave, without attention to Wang Fushan, then he turned to Song Ning with a smile, "Come in please, Brother Song! I promise you will be delighted tonight! It's unforgettable!"
Song Ning frowned and followed Wang Fushan into the room.
As soon as Song Ning entered, he got a faint smell of rouge. Not like those used by the ordinary women, it seemed to be made by some kind of spiritual flower and grass.
"Who are these two..." He pointed to the two female disciples.
They both stood in the room cautiously with red robes and became stunned when they saw Song Ning, then looked into Wang Fushan in puzzlement.
Wang Fushan casted a glare, "Stupid? This is Brother Song!"
Song Ning frowned and uttered in a bit anger, "Brother Wang, you are the senior!"
Wang Fushan suddenly understood the meaning of Song Ning, "All right! Let's begin the dinner!"
Song Ning's face was still dark, "Are they your friends, Brother Wang?"
Wang Fushan posted on Song Ning's ear, "You are new here, Brother Song and unclear of some things. They are volunteers to accompany you tonight."
Song Ning was still confused, but Wang Fushan had been forcing him to sit down.
The two female disciples had been bowing. The fact that Song Ning sit in the honor seat made them curious. However, they dared not to ask questions.
Song Ning had been in bad mood since he saw the two female disciples and became angrier about Wang Fushan's words. He wondered if his cultivation had been disclosed by Wang Fushan.
"Brother Song, please take the seat and we will satisfy you tonight." The two female disciples sat at both sides of Song Ning, laughing charmingly.
Though they were so sexy and smelled well, Song Ning still had no lust on them.