Xie Qingyun felt that he ought to say something. "Little Liu, step back and rest. Feng Adept's realm is not something you can comprehend."
Then he gave Feng Jun a slight smile. "I wasn't wrong, was I?"
"Not wrong," Feng Jun replied candidly with a nod. "I only do Divination; I don't serve as a terminal. Find whoever you want."
Xie Qingyun was a little confused by the words "serve as a terminal," but he quickly caught on. "In other words, you don't want to get involved in the technique market or earn Spirit Stones from this business?"
"Exactly." Feng Jun nodded with a smile. You couldn't be more right. I simply don't want to earn money from this. "I only enjoy Divination."
From the perspective of the Phone Plane natives, once one secured a project, one naturally had to eat it from head to tail—my family was awesome enough to win this segment, so all of it was mine.
Xie Qingyun's vision was naturally broader. He immediately grasped the key point. "Divination is good. That is one's own strength. It's not that I'm saying... the technique market is a mess."
Feng Jun smiled and nodded. "Fellow Daoist Xie is right. It's not that I fear a chaotic market, nor do I lack the courage to compete in it. But if the gains do not outweigh the losses, why should I compete?"
His words were clear and penetrating, soft yet firm. Xie Qingyun felt that even if he had handled it himself, he could not have done better—many potential markets did not bend to everyone's will. It was not that they could not be entered, but that they were not worth entering.
Xie Qingyun sincerely sighed. "For someone of your age to understand this, Fellow Daoist, your future is boundless."