Feng Jun ignored the other party's offer and merely glanced at Kong Ziyi. "Leave it to you."
Then he walked into the room, while Yan Beifeng took out more than ten boxes and arranged them on the stone table in the middle of the Blessing Courtyard.
Before long, Yan Beifeng twitched his nose and looked around. "Is... something on fire?"
"Feng Mountain Lord is smoking indoors," Kong Ziyi replied impassively. "When he encounters a particularly thorny problem, he likes to smoke a few cigarettes."
"I've heard of that," Yan Beifeng said with a nod, speaking casually. "It seems to be a habit passed down from the Mortal World. Still, I forbid my disciples from smoking. Our sect plays with fire, so everyone should know... smoking is bad for the lungs."
Feng Jun grinned inside the room. I just didn't want to go out so soon. Would cultivators be afraid of lung cancer?
He had truly been mistaken about that. The Red Phoenix Sect really did play with fire, and their authority on the subject far exceeded that of ordinary people.
He stayed in the room for an hour. He had only intended to remain for half an hour, but he became absorbed in his reading and lost track of time.
The moment he emerged, Yan Beifeng stood up and asked with a smile, "The problem isn't too serious, is it?"
On the surface, this Mid Emergence from Dust cultivator had quite a good attitude, without the arrogance of an adept from a major sect.
"Not serious?" Feng Jun shot him an annoyed look. "An injury that hasn't healed after five years, and you call it not serious?"
Yan Beifeng was not surprised that he could see through his injuries. If he could not even see that much, he would truly