Feng Jun had no desire to deceive the other party, so he nodded. "There are indeed some left. What do you mean, Senior?"
Instead of answering, the Guardian asked, "What do you have?"
"One spleen, one kidney, and a liver," Feng Jun replied solemnly. "No stomach pouch."
"No stomach pouch, as expected? Looks like your cultivation really isn't high enough to snatch anything too good," the Guardian muttered, seemingly to itself. "Still, a liver isn't bad. It's fairly useful."
"Senior!" Feng Jun could not help speaking up. "I obtained these through great effort in the void. They currently belong to me. If you have any ideas, I hope you'll discuss them with me."
"Oh, that is true," the Guardian said reasonably enough. "I hope you can bury them all on Blue Star and handle them with that method of yours... I need to designate the locations, so they can be used to their fullest extent."
"I'm sorry, Senior," Feng Jun said in a deep voice. "I have two questions. Please answer them first."
The Guardian fell silent, evidently not expecting Feng Jun to react this way. After a while, it finally spoke. "Then ask."
Feng Jun cleared his throat. "First, I want to know where you come from and who entrusted you with guarding Blue Star."
He truly admired the other party's actions and principles, but if it wanted to use his things, he had to get this clear.
"My origins..." The Guardian pondered for a while before finally saying, "I don't want to say. It's rather embarrassing. Just believe that I won't harm you. As for who entrusted me with guarding it... I was tricked by a bastard and promised to guard it until the end of this Epoch."
"This Epoch!" Feng Jun vaguely guessed something. An Epoch was