Feng Jun had no idea how Spirit Wood Dao had reacted. Hearing the Big Shot say it could conceal the marks, he could not help sighing. "You should have said so earlier."
"Does it matter whether I said it earlier or later?" the Big Shot replied indifferently. "Those marks had to be erased anyway... Erasing them takes time too. Did you want Yi Jue and those little weaklings to discover me?"
"Yi Jue... is finally a little weakling now?" Feng Jun raised a brow, pleasantly surprised. All he had ever heard the Big Shot call others was "ants." Now that Yi Jue had been upgraded to "little weakling," he almost felt overjoyed.
"Anyway, then I'll have to trouble you, Senior, to erase these marks for me."
The Big Shot's thoughts conveyed a touch of gloom. "There really are quite a lot of marks on these... though most of them are trash."
Feng Jun was not affected by the word "trash" at all. After all, there was a generational gap between what the Big Shot considered trash and what he considered trash—or, if not a generational gap, then a chasm in cultivation.
Besides, if he took these marked items back to Blue Star, all the marks would disappear. They remained only because, after returning from Blue Star and raiding Steel Bone's cave abode, he had not had time to go back. He did not think they would be difficult to handle.
Of course, since the Big Shot was willing to handle them, he could save a few Energy Points. Why not?
The facts proved that the Big Shot was not much slower than him at dealing with these marks. The next moment, it announced, "Finished."
"So fast?" Feng Jun was somewhat taken aback. But immediately afterward, someone appeared ahead of him—a