When Feng Jun saw how agitated the other party was, he could only spread his hands and say helplessly, "Senior, cultivators have Mortal World Tempering, and they also have lonely exploration. Finding one's own path is what matters most. Don't you think so?"
"I don't," the Mirror Spirit said. Having not seen him for several days, it had clearly thought some things through. "What you call cultivation, I call waiting to die. How am I supposed to cultivate without Spirit Stones? What good does it do me that you gave me the Heaven-Deriving Mirror?"
Feng Jun did not want to say anything. The talisman was still hanging from his chest anyway. As long as he could withstand that first blow, he had plenty of ways to respond. In the end, it was all because the Space Fleet was here; otherwise, he might already have secretly fled back to Blue Star.
He refused to believe that, with the Guardians' strength and the support of those Extreme Spirits, they could not come up with more ways to deal with this being.
But after thinking it over, he felt he should not provoke it too harshly. So he said with utmost sincerity, "Senior, even if you remain on Mars, that does not mean you will never encounter an opportunity. Opportunities are mysterious beyond measure. Perhaps you might find life after being driven into a dead end."
The Mirror Spirit was genuinely both angry and amused by those words.
Over the past two days, it had indeed been pondering this sudden karmic connection. Getting a Heaven-Deriving Mirror for nothing was naturally a tremendous boon, but it had only intensified its desire for Spirit Stones. Previously, it had been somewhat apathetic; a mere soul body could not achieve much growth.
So when it saw Feng