Hearing Feng Jun's words, Fang Wenping flew into a rage. "Feng Mountain Lord, I did wrong by you before, but that had been decided by the manor long ago. We needed to nourish the Spirit-Gathering Formation. Is it really appropriate for you to gloat like this now?"
"I don't see anything wrong with it." Feng Jun's face was the picture of righteous confidence. "That's just the kind of person I am. I seek clarity of heart and true nature. If I'm happy, I'm happy—I won't go against my conscience and say otherwise."
In truth, he had not meant to provoke Fang Wenping. Kong Ziyi's behavior had merely reminded him that everyone's actions should fit their own persona. Fellow Daoist Zi Yi had always done that very well.
So he felt there was nothing wrong with what he had done—if he acted overly concerned and easygoing, that would be illogical instead.
Fang Wenping was left both amused and exasperated. He could only speak with a dark expression, "I'm curious, Feng Mountain Lord. How did you know the inner treasury was in the fortified building where the Emergence from Dust Stage Spirit-Gathering Formation was located?"
"I didn't know." Feng Jun's answer was surprising, but he immediately added, "But my divine sense isn't for nothing. The place with the greatest disturbance was that fortified building, wasn't it?"
Seeing that his answer left no loopholes, Fang Wenping turned to Kong Ziyi. "Fellow Daoist Kong, please give us a fair word. Was Feng Mountain Lord's conduct improper?"
Such a question could not stump Kong Ziyi. She smiled faintly. "Feng Mountain Lord's words were somewhat unpleasant to hear, but such a pure and straightforward temperament is still worth encouraging."
Fang Wenping almost could not believe his ears—did Supreme Clarity Sect disciples also twist right and wrong