True Immortal Yi Jue had always acted directly and straightforwardly. Even with Scarlet Phoenix Retreat, she was just as blunt.
Yet True Immortal Wunan's eyes lit up instead, and he asked delightedly, "Then can we go tomorrow?"
"This..." Feng Jun hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded. "Perhaps."
"I'm not in a hurry," Wunan said agreeably. "A few more days of recuperation won't matter. My aura still doesn't feel very stable."
"It's best not to set a date in advance for something like this," Feng Jun replied with a smile. "Spatial transference can always have accidents, and it would be bad if word got out."
True Immortal Wanqing snorted. "Who would dare?"
He knew how terrifying an accident during spatial transference could be, but this was Liba Beach, involving far too many factions. Who would have the nerve to disrupt the space here? Did they think I had no pride?
Seeing his firm stance, Feng Jun could not help coughing lightly. "What I mean is, we should limit the spread of the news. What if... True Immortal Yi Jue wants to make further improvements tomorrow?"
He was actually speaking honestly. He did not think anyone would disrupt the space. The reason was simple: the cost. Maintaining interference in a specific space would simply be far too expensive.
What truly mattered was that he understood Yi Jue very well. This palace-robed beauty looked like a cold and aloof immortal maiden, but she was careless at heart. Once the matters she focused on were nearly complete, her attention would plummet—because the challenge was almost finished.
Yet in truth, she might make some mistakes in the details that should not have occurred. They would not be decisive errors, merely carelessness that would not affect the outcome, so she could still correct them at