“Shifu, if you’re so rich, why did you still join the Thief Sect?” Fang Ning was puzzled. “Is it a hobby?”

Fang Ning had never been wealthy, but he had heard that rich people often did things ordinary folks couldn’t comprehend when bored.

The Thief King sighed. “Hobby, my ass. I was the Thief King first, then forced to become the merchant guild president.”

“What do you mean?” Fang Ning was perplexed.

“You should’ve heard plenty of legends about me. I won’t bore you with my early life experiences.”

“Mmhm.” Every member of the Thief Sect had heard of the Thief King’s legends.

Tales such as “Night Visit to the Imperial Palace,” “Sky and Day Swap,” and “The Missing Meal” were some of the numerous tales. But ever since...