Yi Jue followed Feng Jun's gaze and was slightly taken aback as well. Then she asked, "Which one injured you?"
Although Feng Jun had not said so outright, she understood cultivators' obsessions very well. If someone suffered a loss over something, those who took it seriously would want to win back their dignity—it had nothing to do with the scale of the matter, only with putting their mind at ease.
She could even vaguely guess why he was so angry.
Feng Jun identified it before saying, "The relatively large one with the somewhat damaged wings."
Yi Jue swept out with her Divine Sense and locked onto the target. In space, using a little Divine Sense did not risk being noticed by the other side. "That one is High-Grade Golden Core. What do you plan to do with it?"
"A Body-Fixing Talisman Treasure," Feng Jun replied, not hiding his embarrassment. "My cultivation is limited, after all. I'll immobilize it, and that Human Race warship should be able to take it down."
His resentment really ran deep! Yi Jue understood as soon as she heard that. She was quite familiar with his various methods, and the Body-Fixing Talisman Treasure counted as one of his trump cards. Yet he was actually going to use it in a battle between evenly matched opponents!
Moreover, he did not even care about gaining any spoils. He simply wanted to vent this anger, which showed just how much fury he had been holding back.
Yi Jue was not someone who liked being considerate of others, but seeing how persistent he was, she could not help saying tactfully, "The Body-Fixing Talisman Treasure... forget it. I'll capture that thing for you instead. How about it?"
How about it? It was especially humiliating, all right? Feng Jun pursed his lips,