There was nothing much happening at Liba Beach. The biggest news was that True Adept Mo Ran of the Grand Void Sect had formed a Nascent Soul, and a formal invitation had been sent down in hopes that Feng Jun would attend the celebration.
Attending a Nascent Soul Formation celebration was impossible. He would never attend one in this lifetime. Feng Jun had thought it through clearly: the nature of his transportation tool had not yet become widely known, but it was only a matter of time before word got out. What would people think of him then?
Feng Jun asked himself honestly: if he knew a cultivator whose very nature made them a transportation tool, then if Luohua Manor held any event, he too would decline to let that person attend—it simply felt far too unsafe.
So it was better to be self-aware. If there was somewhere he did not need to go, then he should not go. Making things convenient for others made things convenient for himself as well.
Other than that, there was nothing major—well, maintaining the Fellow-Path Aura was actually quite important too. It was just that Feng Jun felt that, if he wished, he could maintain the Fellow-Path Aura until the end of time, so he did not pay much attention to it.
If the Xuanhuang Sect knew he thought this way, they would probably cry themselves to death—did you know how much we had paid to maintain the Fellow-Path Aura?
There were also some minor matters. For example, the first batch of Kun Hao communications engineers trained by Gu Jiahui had graduated.
The Kunhao Domain had always lacked communications specialists. In fact, the entire Sky-Qin Plane had none. Feng Jun had once sent several members of the Huangfu Clan to the Blue Star Realm