True Venerable Luan Xiong deeply resented being summoned like this, but he had no way to reprimand the other party.
He really wanted to tell Feng Jun, I couldn't possibly tamper with the token. You can contact your own elders as easily as drinking water. If I did tamper with it, would your elders allow that?
No matter what, he truly feared the elders backing Feng Jun.
But he also could not let Feng Jun find the Golden Crow Sect headquarters. To be honest, given how unpredictably Feng Jun appeared and vanished, he was not comfortable letting this fellow visit the mountain gate—if an outsider could reach their headquarters at any time, the Golden Crow Sect would have a massive headache too.
So he could only snort to show that he understood.
Feng Jun had refused the token precisely because he was wary of possible tampering. He kept referring to his sect elders, but if possible, he truly did not want to casually disturb the Guardians.
The Guardians treated him fairly well. As long as they were paid, they would definitely handle the matter. But how did that saying go? Cultivators cultivated themselves, not external things. Growing accustomed to relying on outside power was not a good thing for a cultivator.
Moreover, Feng Jun was deeply resistant to having his whereabouts known. He had been ambushed by Ouyang Beishan and caught in a pincer attack by the Insect Race. He truly did not want to experience that feeling a third time.
His ability to move about without restraint was certainly an advantage, but he had revealed more and more of his abilities. It was impossible for no one to covet them. As a result, traveling everywhere had instead become a hidden danger. If someone figured out his movements and lay