Hearing Feng Jun's answer, True Venerable Fishing Elder nodded, then asked again, "Are you willing to do it?"
This time, Feng Jun did not hesitate in the slightest. He nodded decisively. "My abilities may be limited, but I seek only to have no shame in my heart."
"Good." True Venerable Fishing Elder said nothing more. With a lift of his hand, he swept Feng Jun up, and the two vanished from before everyone in an instant.
After a long while, Elder Cang Jing let out a soft sigh. "That fellow truly has an unusual attachment to mortals. Is he not afraid it will affect his Dao path?"
"Having feelings is also a form of cultivation." This time, Elder Qing Huang spoke up in Feng Jun's defense. Those familiar with him would have found it hard to imagine such words coming from his mouth. "At the end of heartlessness lies feeling as well."
Feng Jun was carried along by True Venerable Fishing Elder, but he did not feel much fear. Instead, he silently sensed his surroundings.
It was an exceedingly strange sensation. He seemed to be moving through space, yet he was separated from reality by an indescribable membrane. Things he could clearly see were beyond his touch.
Ahead was clearly a group of Insect Race creatures—apparently logistics personnel—yet Fishing Elder carried him straight through them, as though they were unreal phantoms. At the same time, Feng Jun felt that he himself was unreal as well.
Suddenly, understanding dawned on him. He lowered his eyelids and carefully used his Divine Thought to sense the space he occupied.
He truly feared nothing! True Venerable Fishing Elder sensed Feng Jun's state and could not help sighing inwardly. While being carried by him, the boy still dared to carefully comprehend his aura and Dao