Feng Jun had always quietly reminded himself—greater ability meant greater responsibility. He could not act solely according to his personal preferences.
When his willfulness caused others "injustice" and led to serious consequences, it could not be explained away with a single word like "misunderstanding."
Of course, he had other plans for dealing with this Vengeful Corpse, but there was no need to mention them now.
Chen Shengwang, however, was completely shocked. "Feng Mountain Lord, don't take offense. I'm a blunt person... but aren't you being a bit too saintly?"
It did seem somewhat saintly, Feng Jun thought helplessly. Then he spoke. "If I said I was confident I could deal with this Vengeful Corpse at any time, would Fellow Daoist Chen believe me?"
"Of course I believe that." Chen Shengwang certainly could not say otherwise. Though he was a genuine Fifth Layer Qi Condensation cultivator, he also understood all the Daoist Order's ways of navigating society—speak human words to people and ghost words to ghosts.
But immediately afterward, he spoke solemnly. "Still, forgive me for being presumptuous, but a Drought Demon has tremendous vitality. If this Shengshi Company lasts a hundred years, then after those hundred years... who will restrain it?"
By the final four words, his face was filled with concern for the world, as though it practically said—don't be willful.
To be honest, a Drought Demon's combat strength was truly terrifying, and its influence was even more terrifying.
Yet Feng Jun still looked unconcerned. "A hundred years from now... heh. I'm not afraid of it now. Why would I be afraid then?"
A hundred years from now, he might no longer be on the Blue Star Plane. Perhaps he would already be at the Nascent Soul Stage, the Spirit Projection Stage, or beyond. At the same time, his