Hearing Fishing Elder say this, someone could not help asking, "Could the Folding-Ruler Galaxy undergo a second warp jump? Feng Jun went back to advance his cultivation."
"Even if he hadn't gone into seclusion, he isn't everyone's nanny, is he?" Yi Jue could not help remarking. Fortunately, she was cold by nature and had no interest in saying more. Otherwise, who knew how much harsher her words might have been?
"Fairy Yi Jue, that's not appropriate," someone spoke up. He was a True Immortal from the Yuangang Sect.
He spoke righteously. "Feng Mountain Lord enjoyed the conveniences provided by our Two Sects, and he also introduced quite a few people here. If he failed to consider an important matter properly, can't we even say a word about it?"
There was nothing wrong with what that True Immortal said. Although Feng Jun functioned as a public means of transportation, the Two Sects had also made many exceptions for him.
"Everyone, stop arguing," Elder Withered Wood spoke up. "From what I've seen of Feng Mountain Lord, he is absolutely not someone who is unreasonable."
True Immortal Cang Jing also coughed lightly. "I'm rather curious now. How far is this Cocoon-Silk Galaxy from the Folding-Ruler Galaxy?"
Everyone fell silent and looked toward Fishing Elder—before Feng Jun left, he had specifically informed him.
Fishing Elder coughed lightly. "That is difficult to determine, because... ahem, the Soul Search was not particularly successful, and the star chart is also enormous."
"So Luan Xiong Venerable guessed that it is at least ten billion li away, but Feng Jun believes it may be as far as a trillion li."
"Ten billion li is indeed somewhat close," Elder Qingji said.
She had also learned quite a bit about the Federation and had a certain understanding of this world. "We