Hearing this, Feng Jun immediately felt relieved. With this Big Shot stepping in, what could possibly remain unresolved?
Nangong Youjiu was nearly driven mad. Today, he had come specifically to make Feng Jun lose face—what bullshit about Emergence from Dust Stage cultivators not being allowed in without an invitation? He was going in today. What, was Feng Jun going to bite him?
He still remembered the direction of Feng Jun's courtyard and lunged straight through the air.
Not only was he extremely fast, but his eyesight was also excellent. From far away, he vaguely saw someone meditating and cultivating in the rear courtyard, while Feng Jun stood beside her with one hand resting on a woman's head.
Damn it... Seeing this, Nangong Youjiu knew that his earlier shout had probably caused trouble. But then he thought: When I treated you well, you never appreciated it. So what if I ruin things for you once?
Just then, a divine sense met him: "Retreat. Do you know that Emergence from Dust Stage cultivators may not enter this place without an invitation?"
Nangong Youjiu's heart jolted. He knew that this was a cultivator whose cultivation was no weaker than his own.
But so what? During his last visit, he had already investigated Feng Jun's circumstances. He knew that Pacify Arms Mountain had only one Emergence from Dust Stage cultivator, along with an Early Emergence from Dust slave.
So he steeled himself and stated bluntly, "This is a personal grudge between Feng Jun and me. Uninvolved parties should leave at once, or don't blame me for showing no courtesy."
"Oh, what nerve." The air before him twisted, and a woman in Qingyi appeared. A transparent giant hand condensed in the air and reached toward him. "You dare spout such nonsense before me?"
"This..." Nangong