True Immortal Zhuojiu's face darkened further when he heard Feng Jun's question. "How many Wei Clan members are there in Heavenly Zither, and what does that have to do with you?"
Feng Jun answered leisurely, "If there are enough clan members, they should know that divination is not my only specialty."
True Immortal Zhuojiu nodded, snorted softly, and spoke with barely concealed barbs. "So insufficient knowledge of you means that our Wei Clan has too few members in Heavenly Zither? That is an interesting argument."
Who the hell do you think you are? You're merely a Golden Core cultivator. Even if my clan had countless members, would we possibly waste that much effort and resources on you?
Feng Jun had not wanted to argue with this fellow. After all, he feared no one in Kunhao, and as long as this man had enough sense to investigate carefully after leaving, he would naturally learn what Feng Jun was capable of.
But considering that he would need to open the Two-Way Door in the future, he felt it was better to give the other party an appropriate warning. Once people became obsessed, their minds could unknowingly become clouded. Perhaps this man really would refuse to investigate him—as if someone like you deserves the Wei Clan's attention?
So he decided to explain. "It does not matter whether you know enough about me. But I must emphasize that, in my eyes, sect cultivators and clan cultivators are the same. I hold no prejudice..."
Keep bragging. Go on, keep bragging. A cold sneer touched True Immortal Zhuojiu's lips, but he did not refute him.
Feng Jun knew that he did not believe him, but could not be bothered to care. "Learn more about the Seven Sects and Eighteen Paths, and you will know what kind