Feng Jun couldn't stand hearing the other party go on and on about "True Venerable Patriarch"—was that supposed to be a threat?
So he was even less willing to agree. He settled for the next best thing. "Then I'll bring a few True Immortals from the Seven Sects and Eighteen Paths along. That should be fine, right?"
"This..." True Immortal Zhuojiu's lips twitched. "I'm afraid that would be inconvenient."
Feng Jun's expression turned solemn as he spoke seriously. "I seem to have told you last time that, even if I went, I would bring True Immortals with me."
"I reported it to the family," True Immortal Zhuojiu said, spreading his hands in helplessness. "But I'm very sorry. They unanimously believe that it is the family's territory. As for True Immortals of the Seven Sects and Eighteen Paths... I hope Feng Mountain Lord can understand."
"I have no intention of understanding." Feng Jun shook his head and answered bluntly. "The Wei Clan only wants others to understand them. Have you ever tried to understand anyone else?"
"That isn't what I meant." True Immortal Zhuojiu tried to explain. He knew Feng Jun had once held Fishing Elder True Venerable's fish basket. How could the Wei Clan possibly offend someone like that?
But before he could finish, Feng Jun decisively cut him off. "I don't care what you mean. You know only yourselves and not others... I'd rather not take this kind of business."
"You..." True Immortal Zhuojiu was truly speechless. When had he ever seen such an overbearing Golden Core cultivator?
The Wei Clan possessed the Lingyang Small Realm and had its own plans for development. It had always focused on cultivating its internal strength and rarely expanded outward, so it was not particularly overbearing outside and was relatively mild-tempered. But no