Feng Jun sent Qingji away, turned on the radio, and planned to listen to some news.
However, he had listened for less than two minutes when Yi Jue arrived and bluntly asked, "Is something wrong?"
Feng Jun explained his idea, and Yi Jue decisively shook her head.
"No need. Spirit Plant Path disciples are best at restoring Vitality. What happened to Huoliu last time was an exception. He cultivated wood-based techniques with a fire attribute to begin with, then he was attacked by an unusual fire attribute. His injuries were extremely strange, so he had no choice but to return to the Spirit Plant Path to recover."
"All right, forget I said anything." Feng Jun shook his head. I'm being a nanny for nothing. None of them appreciates it. "How are things here? Is the Insect Race still on the offensive?"
"They're still attacking." Yi Jue nodded. "With one more Half-Fool True Venerable, the cultivators are protected for now. But the Insect Race often chooses to remain entangled with the Human Race. They've also received word that we don't want contact with the Human Federation."
"A race capable of developing higher intelligence really is difficult to deal with." Feng Jun could not help sighing. Then he asked curiously, "Has the Human Race still not figured out what faction we belong to?"
"They've more or less guessed." Yi Jue answered casually. "They've even guessed that we may be from another Human Race civilization, but nobody can be bothered to pay them any attention."
Feng Jun fell silent. Only after a long while did he ask again, "Haven't you had enough killing in this world yet?"
"No." Yi Jue answered decisively. "Through the battles, I've sensed some of this world's true meaning. After this battle, I might be able to solidify my