Feng Jun found it somewhat absurd that the Big Shot could remain so composed. "Once space-time twists, I might not even be able to escape. Aren't you afraid I'll end up dying here?"
"It's still far too early for you to be unable to escape," the Big Shot replied steadily. "The distortions of space-time follow patterns as well. I was admiring that beauty when I realized you had noticed it too... To be honest, you surprised me a little."
"You can take your time admiring it," Feng Jun said, unable to hold back any longer as he directly took out the Soul-Substitution Puppet.
He wanted to use divination to see whether he could still teleport precisely under such circumstances. Since the Big Shot said he could escape, he probably could, but whether he could escape to the right place—and whether he could accurately return afterward—was hard to say.
The moment the Big Shot saw him take out the Soul-Substitution Puppet, it understood what he intended to do and hurriedly said, "Don't use divination yet. There's something strange about this matter... Even I haven't discovered who made the move. They might be able to sense your divination."
"Seriously?" Feng Jun was genuinely startled, and his brows furrowed. "What am I supposed to do?"
"You have that person's Aura Attraction. What are you worried about?" the Big Shot said dismissively, then advised, "Before we determine their intentions, it would be best if you made no response at all."
"That's impossible," Feng Jun refused flatly. "Do you think that person's Qi-Machine Guidance is as common as cabbage? Using one is easy, but asking for another... I'd honestly be too embarrassed to open my mouth."
That was indeed the truth. The Guardians had voluntarily given him a strand of aura. It was not as