When Feng Jun learned that the other party was a Venerable of the Myriad Illusions Sect, his attitude did not improve much. He merely said, "I came because of the agreement between the Two Sects."
Wenkui Venerable swept him with Divine Sense and immediately recognized him. "Feng Jun from the Kunhao Realm?"
Feng Jun's name had already been noted within the Myriad Illusions Sect, but those who could match the name to a face were, at most, Nascent Soul True Immortals. In the eyes of a Spirit-Release Venerable, such a minor ant barely existed.
However, Wenkui Venerable had heard of him, especially since Feng Jun had refused to transport people from the Myriad Illusions Sect. That had put the sect in a rather passive position in the Insectoid World—they could not obtain the rich spoils from the front lines and had to take on the miserable work of patrols.
He had even notified the sect headquarters that, if the opportunity arose, they might as well teach that junior a lesson.
Still, he knew about Feng Jun's arrival this time. As one of the cultivators' foremost combat forces in the Insectoid World, he had been informed that the advancing forces had encountered the Insect Race. A large number of cultivators had returned injured, including many disciples of the Myriad Illusions Sect, and they urgently needed experts to treat them.
Yet although he knew, he had not made it clear to his disciples. What was he supposed to tell them? To be more respectful when they saw Feng Jun?
In his view, the odds of his disciples encountering Feng Jun first were practically zero, so there had been no need to emphasize anything.
But he had never dreamed that, of all things, the patrol would run straight into Feng Jun.
For once,