When True Venerable Ren Tu heard that an elder from Feng Jun's sect had given him three strands of aura, and that a single strand had destroyed one Divine Temple, he could not help casting Feng Jun a surprised glance.
After pausing for two seconds, he grew somewhat displeased. "Since there are still two strands left, why not destroy two more Divine Temples?"
You have trump cards, so use them. Instead of using them, you brought in a True Venerable. Do you think my standing is not impressive enough and that I'm easier to use?
The people nearby could not help clicking their tongues softly. This True Venerable really did have an extraordinary temper.
"My sect elder... has quite high cultivation," Feng Jun retorted, deliberately or otherwise. Then he spoke seriously. "It is not easy to ask my sect elders for help, and Divine Descent could happen at any time. I merely wanted to keep some timely backup in reserve, in case of emergencies."
Quite high cultivation... Ren Tu almost wanted to shut himself away. Then he recalled how Fishing Elder had left Feng Jun waiting for nearly three hours last time. If something like that happened while they were calling for reinforcements, they would not even have a place to cry.
Still, he could not speak ill of Fishing Elder. True Venerables had their dignity. They could say whatever they wanted face-to-face, but when speaking behind someone's back before so many juniors, he had to uphold a True Venerable's prestige. Thus, he snorted lightly. "Are you afraid you won't be able to escape?"
Seeing True Venerable Ren Tu grow angry, no one else dared make a sound. Sensing that his tone had softened, the Formation Dao Kun Cultivator finally gathered her courage and spoke. "True Venerable, Feng Mountain Lord