A direct interrogation? Feng Jun's scalp tingled slightly. What weakness of mine had he seized on?
He had always considered himself a man of principles, but he knew very well that he was only principled, not spotless.
Feng Jun had not done many things that could not bear the light—certainly nowhere near as many as Qu Jianlei—but there definitely had not been few.
He had wanted to be both principled and spotless, but that was impossible. The excuse he used to console himself was this: the unclean things he did were only to set his mind at ease, not because he deliberately wanted to harm anyone.
That reason came from the bottom of his heart, so he could face his own lack of cleanliness calmly: I simply do not have the strength to remain spotless.
But when Yuan Fu True Immortal said he wanted to interrogate him about some matters, Feng Jun felt somewhat guilty.
However, backing down was impossible. He could only nod. "No problem. If I have done something wrong, True Immortal, feel free to question me. But if I have done nothing wrong, I may not necessarily answer... I only accept interrogation; I do not provide assistance."
Ultimately, he still believed the other party wanted his help. Otherwise, why would an Eighth-Layer Golden Core maid first apologize, followed immediately by a Nascent Soul True Immortal reviewing his own faults and even presenting a gift?
Would a True Immortal humble himself so much before a True Adept who had made a mistake? Feng Jun was not some illegitimate son of a Soul Emergence Big Shot.
Yuan Fu True Immortal found his answer somewhat strange: this brat really was both stubborn and foul-tempered.
But the arrow was already on the string and had to be loosed. He could only