Han Ling insisted on forcing "Han Feng," Feng Jun's disguise, to return, leaving Feng Jun somewhat helpless.
After thinking it over, he asked, "I'm actually quite curious. Why do you think that bastard surnamed Feng will definitely come attack?"
"He killed Master and Martial Uncle," Han Ling said coldly, staring at him. "Then he'll definitely eradicate the roots."
"I don't see it that way," Feng Jun said seriously. "In my view, how lofty is that Feng fellow's vision? He probably wouldn't care about such trivial matters... To him, you and I are nothing more than ants. Do you really think he has time to dwell on something so insignificant?"
In the distance, Can Sheng True Immortal glanced at Qian Zhong. "Ancestor, you were right. Someone who praises himself so extravagantly... truly couldn't be him."
"Just watch carefully," Qian Zhong snorted. A gleam also rose in her eyes. "I never said he was the one to break the deadlock. But that thickness of skin... is indeed something I have never seen in my life."
This sort of self-praise was common in the Blue Star Realm, and Feng Jun did occasionally exaggerate a little when he spoke.
But when Han Ling heard it, her willow brows rose. She looked Han Feng up and down twice, then asked suspiciously, "Who did you drink with yesterday, and what did you discuss?"
"Senior Sister, I'm not a child anymore," Feng Jun said impatiently. "I came back to tell you that I'll be busy for the next few days. I may also head to the sect gate, so I'll probably be gone for a while."
Han Ling was genuinely a little worried that something had happened to this junior brother, but when she heard that he was going to the sect gate, she relaxed again. The