Qu Jianlei's admiration for Feng Jun's divination abilities had already reached the point of reverence.
He had actually asked whether Feng Jun could divine their gathering place.
But Feng Jun gave an entirely different answer. "My Puppet Beast left markers on them that I can sense remotely."
Upon hearing this, everyone looked once more at the White Nine-Tailed Fox standing as tall as a person, utterly at a loss for words.
Even Yue Qing could not hold back. "Feng Mountain Lord, can you get more Puppet Beasts like that? How many Spirit Stones would they cost?"
"Ahem." Feng Jun coughed twice. "True Adept Yue, you know this thing isn't from this plane."
Even with Yue Qing's composure, his face rarely reddened, yet it did now. This was already the third time Feng Jun had rebuked him for asking about knowledge he should not be asking about—did a Golden Core True Adept not have any pride?
At that moment, Qu Jianlei spoke up. "Feng Mountain Lord, I suggest we take a long-term view. No one knows whether they have reinforcements. If we pursue them closely, we'll definitely have to bring Xiao Meng along. But then... only Sumiao will be left at Liba Beach."
"Isn't True Adept Sumiao enough?" Feng Jun shot him a surprised glance. "Their main target is me, perhaps with Red Phoenix disciples thrown in. As long as True Adept Sumiao is willing to stop them, would they dare offend Supreme Clarity Sect again?"
Qu Jianlei froze for a moment before chuckling softly. "All right. My duty as your protector is to keep you safe; everything else can be set aside... To be honest, I don't want you to chase after them."
Hearing that explanation, Feng Jun was stunned for a moment too, then answered with a wry smile,