Yu Changqing had never heard of any sect that introduced itself like this—"When Flowers Fall, We Meet Again"?
What the hell was that? She was a little bewildered, but since she had already embarked on the path of immortality, she would not pretend to understand what she did not. Correctly recognizing the self, the non-self, and selflessness, and pursuing the true essence of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth—those were the things a cultivator ought to persist in.
So she frankly admitted, "Sorry, but... I really haven't heard of it. Could you briefly introduce it, sir?"
Feng Jun merely smiled indifferently. "No one can know everything. It is normal that you do not know."
Even he did not know how to explain it. He could only lower his eyelids as though nothing had happened. Come on, imagination, start imagining.
Seeing that he did not answer, Yu Changqing could do nothing about it. When Martial Warriors exchanged information, they did not necessarily tell the truth. The same was true between cultivators. Answering was a favor; refusing was only proper.
Still, she felt that he was looking down on her cultivation, so she could not help letting out an unhappy snort. "May I ask what realm Fellow Daoist has reached?"
"That is not convenient to say," Feng Jun replied with a toothy grin. "But... it is slightly higher than the Seventh Layer Mortal Transcendence."
"You have sharp eyes, Fellow Daoist," Yu Changqing said with a nod. She knew he was using her cultivation level to make a point, but at this moment, she could not feel the slightest resentment—being able to see through her cultivation was itself proof of strength.
Yet she was still a little unwilling to let it go, so she asked directly, "After Senior Feng broke the formation,