The facts proved that there was still a huge gap between disciples of major sects and independent cultivators. Kong Ziyi had been unconscious on the ground for less than ten minutes before she opened her eyes. After staring blankly for about half a minute, she sat up and asked groggily, "How was the effect?"
"The effect..." Feng Jun hesitated, then gave a bitter smile. "It was decent, but it didn't cure the root cause."
"It didn't cure the root cause..." Kong Ziyi was somewhat disappointed to hear that, but on second thought, if the root cause truly could not be removed, there was no point forcing it. So she asked a strange question. "This time... did we go to a spirit land?"
Hearing Kong Ziyi's question, Feng Jun could not help secretly letting out a breath. All that effort wasn't wasted after all.
Why had he set up a Spirit-Gathering Formation on the cliff? It was precisely to avoid this kind of unexpected situation.
The last time he had brought Kong Ziyi to Luohua Manor, something unexpected had happened—she had not fallen unconscious at all!
He could not possibly ask her what she had seen. What he truly needed to worry about was her asking him, "Where did you bring me?"
Although Luohua Manor had two Spirit-Gathering Formations, he had taken her somewhere without one.
So this time, he had to bring her somewhere with relatively abundant spiritual energy.
Furthermore, the seascape, the cliff, and the sea breeze carrying a faint fishy scent were completely different from Luohua.
Feng Jun had long planned to bring Kong Ziyi here, even going so far as to set up the Spirit-Gathering Formation in advance.
There would be plenty of dealings here anyway. As long as he controlled the rhythm between the two planes,