The moment Lu Wanfeng spoke, Sumiao waved a hand and said lightly yet firmly, "Wanfeng, shut up."
Then she looked at Feng Jun and nodded approvingly. "You do have some nerve. No wonder Ji Busheng gave you a Talent-Recruiting Token."
Your relationship with Ji Busheng is making my head spin, Feng Jun thought.
He truly was not afraid that she would use force against him. Rather, this tangled relationship made him feel even more helpless.
Since it was such a mess, he might as well cut through it quickly. He smiled. "I have not completely refused Busheng the Real Person."
Sumiao gave a soft snort. "He will not be able to win you over. I am rather curious about your background..."
Before she finished speaking, a faint yet incomparably powerful Divine Sense descended and enveloped him.
Moreover, once this Divine Sense was released, it extended for more than ten miles... perhaps even farther.
Golden Core cultivators could not casually use spiritual energy in the Mortal World, but using Divine Sense was not a problem.
"Hm?" In the next instant, Sumiao uttered a soft sound of surprise. "There is an aura of spatial laws. You truly do come from a reclusive sect."
Feng Jun remained expressionless, but inwardly he smiled bitterly. Of course. I travel between planes all day long. How could I not carry a spatial aura?
However, Sumiao had never considered that he could frequently travel between planes. Even though Lu Wanfeng had told her that he had visited a Dharma-Ending Plane, she would not have imagined that he could sustain such activity over the long term.
Simply put, Feng Jun's cultivation was insufficient to support him doing that so often.
Thus, she believed that Feng Jun's sect had independently opened up a small space, or even a small