Feng Jun had been wondering how the Defensive Formation's grade had increased when he discovered that Fang Wenping had come calling.
Not only was this man ruthless and utterly unscrupulous, but he was also exceedingly slick and worldly. He would not have come for no reason.
Based on his own judgment alone, Feng Jun had already reached a conclusion: this change really might be related to him.
Realizing this, he was quite displeased... He had lost another round to the Yin Soul, so he spoke with an unhappy expression. "What I need you to do is investigate the source of the Wood Baleful Qi. Didn't you know that already?"
Although Fang Wenping had decided not to provoke the other party again, he could not overturn his previous decision either—cultivators valued staying true to their hearts and keeping their promises. If he failed to hold firm, others would look down on him.
So he answered with an ingratiating smile, "I already told Fellow Daoist Kong that it really isn't convenient... It is the foundation of the Wen Clan. Still, the two of you have been here for several days. You must have other needs, right?"
"For matters that aren't too important, you can tell me. I'll help coordinate them for you."
After thinking for a moment, Feng Jun turned his head and glanced at him. "The source of the Wood Baleful Qi... You really can't let me take a look?"
Fang Wenping spread his hands with a bitter smile. "I'm truly sorry about this... but no."
Feng Jun already knew the source of the Wood Baleful Qi, so why would he persist over it?
Though he did not know what Ten-Thousand-Year Wood Marrow Amber was—it was probably something this plane did not possess.
So he straightforwardly raised another condition. "I've been