Feng Jun invited them into the mountain. After they passed through the gate, he gave the Thunder Cultivators a meaningful look. "Stay for a few days."
The Thunder Cultivator Adept understood that Feng Jun was protecting them.
Though he had a fierce temper, he was no fool. If he returned with his two disciples now and happened to be ambushed on the road by the two Yin Sha Sect Adepts, he would truly be weeping himself to death—he could defeat either one alone, but certainly not both together.
Thus, he nodded slightly. "We trust your goods, Fellow Daoist, but having more data is better. Pacify Arms Mountain conducts itself honorably. I understand that clearly."
Dragon Wanderer watched the scene with a faintly amused smile but said nothing. He was no fool either; how could he fail to see Feng Jun's intentions?
But what did it have to do with him? True, he did not think much of the Thunder Cultivator either, but Baili Adept was in charge of everything on this trip. He only needed to follow and watch. Otherwise, when Baili had confronted the Thunder Cultivator earlier, he would not have worn that expression.
What truly pleased him was that Feng Jun had invited him into Pacify Arms Mountain right in front of Baili Adept, yet left Baili outside the mountain gate. It made him feel incomparably refreshed, like plunging headfirst into a ten-thousand-year ice cave after traveling for half a day beneath the blazing summer sun.
Neither of them flew. They simply walked, and before long arrived at a three-story Little Lou with four large words written above it—"Dragon Gate Inn."
Feng Jun smiled. "Come in. This is a new venture of mine, meant to receive visiting friends."
Since too many cultivators came and went, he wanted to