Feng Jun had not stayed in Luo Hua for long before returning to the Phone Plane.
However, after all the turmoil in the Blue Star Realm, he could finally face the issue of "ten thousand Upper Spirit Stones" head-on.
So his expression did not change and his heart did not race—his expression and heartbeat were in another plane, after all. Smiling, he said, "Using ten thousand Upper Spirit Stones to divine your origins... I think that's a huge loss."
This was only a probe. He felt that Big Shot would not care about such wealth—this price did not match its status.
Big Shot snorted indifferently, as haughty as ever. "Of course. This little Spirit Stone isn't nearly enough for the divination fee."
But the next moment, Feng Jun's expression changed. "Leave. If Little White stays any longer, she'll die."
When his Divination had reached the Second Ring, it had acquired a time-related function: prediction—such as predicting the stock market.
After advancing to the Three Rings, he gained a spatial function, but that did not prevent him from further developing the time function. In fact, his Divination of cultivation techniques for so many disciples of Red Phoenix and the Supreme Clarity Sect had also been a manifestation of temporal prediction.
So just now, he had performed a Divination on Little White, directly layering time onto it. He discovered that if Little White remained here, her chance of dying was 88.9 percent.
Big Shot immediately stopped acting haughty. It remained silent for a long while before finally asking, "Then how are we supposed to set up an ambush?"
"The ambush is useless now." Feng Jun sighed softly. "Let's withdraw."
Without Little White, their ambush was a joke. Big Shot possessed only its cultivation realm, while all he had worth showing was his