True Immortal Wanqing stuffed his junior brother into the Spirit Beast Bag, his feelings rather complicated.
This was not merely a matter of a True Immortal's pride; there was also the issue of safety... What if Feng Jun intended to harm Wunan?
Logically speaking, that was utterly impossible. So long as Feng Jun had not completely lost his mind, he could not possibly do such a thing.
But the reason common sense was common sense was that the world never lacked accidents.
Wanqing asked himself honestly: no matter what kind of accident occurred, if it happened and affected True Immortal Wunan in any way, then what he had done today would truly betray everyone who trusted him.
So although he trusted Feng Jun greatly, he still secretly tampered with the Spirit Beast Bag a little—this had nothing to do with trust, but was simply the sense of responsibility an elder brother had toward his junior brother.
He believed that even if Feng Jun learned of it, he would not be angry—who among cultivators could cast aside responsibility?
The little trick would not affect the overall situation. It was merely a mark that could trigger a tiny spatial fluctuation, nothing more than a locator.
He could sense that Feng Jun had taken the Spirit Beast Bag to Qiuchen Market.
However, he did not send his thoughts along with it. At such a distance, he could not properly control the strength of projected thoughts. After all, the spiritual qi here differed somewhat from Heavenly Zither's, and if Feng Jun discovered his thoughts, things would inevitably become awkward.
Thus, it was enough for him to know the general direction. Only if he sensed some bad omen did he plan to intervene.
Yet the next moment, his face darkened. "Hm?"
"Hehe." Yi Jue's soft