Feng Jun found this extremely strange. "The cultivation art in your family can be wrong too?"
"This..." Mei Jiushan hesitated, then ultimately shook his head. "This matter is of great importance. Please forgive me for not being able to say more."
"That's up to you." Feng Jun waved a hand and spoke indifferently. "Now then... I've diagnosed the problem, haven't I?"
Mei Jiushan's expression shifted repeatedly before he finally let out a long sigh. "There's an eighty percent chance that's the issue."
"How to solve the problem isn't my concern." Feng Jun shook his head. You practiced the wrong cultivation art; all I can do is sigh helplessly. "I'll only charge you half the divination fee. Ten thousand Spirit Stones."
"How can you say the divination is complete?" Mei Jiushan's expression changed.
However, he quickly realized that his attitude was inappropriate. He forced a smile. "I was a little anxious and behaved discourteously. I hope Feng Mountain Lord will forgive me. I will certainly offer the ten thousand Spirit Stones, but I still hope you can continue the divination for me."
Feng Jun looked at him expressionlessly. Only after a long while did he ask, "What else do you want me to divine? The Seven-Yang Snowmelt Art?"
"Ah, I was presumptuous before." Mei Jiushan stood and cupped his hands to Feng Jun, bowing deeply. "The Seven-Yang Snowmelt Art may have been taken away by someone in the clan. A disgrace in the family—I truly have no face to speak of it to outsiders."
Feng Jun understood somewhat. This plane certainly placed great importance on families, but not every family could be completely united. There would be wastrels, and there would also be conflicts between different branches.
But there was still something he did not understand. "I find it strange. Although