A name? Feng Jun thought for a moment before answering, "Call me Shi Jie. It's just a label."
In the Federation's language system, Shi Jie, transliterated directly, sounded rather strange. But Yi Jue in the distance understood at once that Feng Jun was reminiscing about his fellow disciples. As for He Runxian, having something to call him was enough; he had no intention of digging deeper.
So he spoke in a deep voice. "All right, Mr. Shi Jie. May I ask when this rain will stop?"
Feng Jun replied with a smile, "Don't you already know? This is a weather weapon... so naturally, it depends on my mood."
"This is more than just a weather weapon, isn't it? It feels like a real weapon... Can it kill all the bugs in the rain?"
"That depends on my mood too," Feng Jun answered casually. "For now, there are no bugs where it's raining."
He Runxian's eyes lit up. "The rain has almost reached the city limits. Can we organize shipments?"
"What do you think?" Feng Jun shot back irritably. But in the end, he added, "Still, think it through. I may not be able to come next time... Stock up as much as you can."
"We definitely will," He Runxian nodded without hesitation. "But you also agreed to help us transport some goods... Does that promise still stand?"
"All right." Feng Jun frowned, then nodded. "But don't deliver them in the Dumbbell Galaxy. Go to the Five-Direction Star System instead... Make the arrangements quickly."
"Fine." He Runxian was briefly stunned, but readily agreed. "In eight days, I'll give you the exact location. What other knowledge do you need, sir? I'll have someone compile it for you."
Feng Jun gave him a surprised look. "You really... think I don't know anything?"
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