Feng Jun was taken aback by the Kun cultivator's question. "You want to take part?"
To be blunt, the formation he had modified had greatly improved the conversion efficiency, and the changes were so extensive that it could practically be called unrecognizable.
Still, he quickly made up his mind and said with a smile, "Our modifications were indeed substantial, but no matter how much it changes, it still originated from your line of thought. So personally, I don't see any reason to leave you out."
Then he looked at Yi Jue and asked with a smile, "I wonder what Fairy Yi Jue thinks?"
Whether she agreed or not, he could not speak for her. That was the respect people owed one another.
Yi Jue gave him a helpless look and replied expressionlessly, "Could it be that only you are generous, while I am stingy?"
The Kun cultivator of the Formation Dao excitedly cupped her hands. "Thank you, Feng Mountain Lord. Thank you, Elder Yi Jue."
"Wait," Feng Jun said, raising a hand. His expression turned serious. "Our fellow cultivators of the Formation Dao may join the discussion, but Fairy Yi Jue and I made extensive modifications to this formation. That effort ought to be acknowledged."
What he had in mind was that the modifications were not solely the work of the two of them. The Yin Soul big shot and the Mirror Spirit had also contributed. They had to fight for the benefits they deserved—knowledge ought to have a price. I respect you as the original creator, but you must also acknowledge my contribution.
"Of course," the True Immortal of the Formation Dao said with a nod and a smile. Anyone who had seen both formations would know how drastic the changes were. It was almost like tearing it down