"An aurora?" Big Shot was taken aback. "Is your sect's foundation in the light element or the lightning element? Is extreme light that powerful?"
"You don't need to keep probing into my sect," Feng Jun said with a helpless shake of his head. He knew Big Shot had been trying to learn about his society. That was perfectly understandable. Never mind that it was now barely hanging on—even if it were at its peak, such behavior would not have been strange.
Even ordinary people hoped to know someone's background before becoming friends, didn't they?
But Feng Jun was not especially curious about its origins—some things were better left unknown. So he changed the subject. "Then shall we go ahead and set an ambush? We don't have much time to prepare, though. Do you have any big guns?"
"Big guns... oh, no," Big Shot replied after thinking for a moment. "We can try out what attacks will work, but we may not be able to ambush him precisely on the road to Hidden Ridge. There will definitely be some deviation."
The moment Feng Jun heard that tone, he understood. "And the deviation might be rather large... right?"
"How should I put this?" Big Shot seemed a little embarrassed, then decisively passed the blame. "Little White's foundation isn't very good."
There was no point feeding him that line, was there? Feng Jun nearly laughed aloud. This was one of the trump cards it had chosen. Would it really choose some shoddy counterfeit?
Big Shot was not only good at passing the buck; it was also good at assigning work. "Feng Mountain Lord, you can perform a divination and see where would be suitable for an ambush."
It was the first time Feng Jun had heard it call him Feng Mountain Lord, and