Feng Jun never did figure out in the end whether Elder Bian Ji was the nightmare, or True Immortal Miaomiao was.
But that did not matter. What he cared about more was, "Is True Immortal Miaomiao that hard to invite?"
"That person... is too strange," Elder Bian Ji replied gloomily. "I know he is highly skilled in deduction. I once wanted to ask him for help, but that bastard would not see me at all. He is probably still holding a grudge over what happened before."
Yi Jue's assessment, however, made him sound like an entirely different person. "True Immortal Miaomiao is highly skilled in the tea ceremony. We once happened to meet through the Dao of Painting and exchanged quite a few thoughts on deduction. He even gave me two taels of Spirit Mist Nine Revolutions Dao Comprehension Tea. He did not seem that stingy."
Hearing that, Elder Bian Ji could not help but complain, "The gift you gave him must have been more valuable, right?"
"I gave him one, but he would not accept it," Yi Jue answered bluntly. "He said he already had it... so I did not give him anything else."
With anyone else, if the recipient said they already had the gift, there was an eighty or ninety percent chance they would switch to a different gift. But Yi Jue was different. If you already had it, she would not give you anything more, lest she give you the wrong impression and make you think she was shamelessly determined to give you a gift.
Feng Jun pondered for a moment before asking, "How much do you think it would cost to invite him here for a deduction?"
"I truly do not know," Yi Jue said, shaking her head. But she was always good at simplifying