After Feng Jun spoke, everyone else fell silent.
Quite a few people had been eager to speak, but after glancing at the True Lord, they all kept quiet.
The Xiong Clan had its own True Lord present. Even if anyone were to speak, it would not be their turn.
"Isn't it a Secret Realm?" The Xiong Clan True Lord laughed. "Then what do you think it is?"
"I don't know what it should be called," Feng Jun answered vaguely. "In any case, I don't think it's a Secret Realm."
"Just say whatever you think," the Xiong Clan True Lord said with a casual wave. "It doesn't matter if you're wrong."
Feng Jun's face immediately darkened. "Great Lord, there should be a limit to probing. I'm quite willing to respect you, and you know my discernment. I've already seen what this thing is. Must you make me say it aloud?"
The Xiong Clan True Lord really wanted to say, Then say it. But on second thought, his previous probes had already sufficiently proven the other party's background. If he persisted now, he would only make himself more of a joke.
So he nodded. "Fine. Wait here a moment. I'll go inside."
"It's fine. I have things to do while I wait." Feng Jun raised a hand and formed an incantation seal. "I'll leave a mark."
"Isn't that excessive?" The Xiong Clan True Lord was highly experienced. The moment he saw Feng Jun's hand seals, he knew what Feng Jun intended to do. He frowned. "Setting an anchor point in my clan's Secret Realm—are you bullying the Xiong Clan because we have no one?"
The surrounding Xiong Clan disciples had not dared interrupt their ancestor's conversation with an outsider, but upon hearing that, they immediately crowded over. One Nascent Soul Intermediate Stage