"What did you say?" Hewi could hardly believe his ears. "Could I trouble you to repeat that?"
"Certainly." Feng Jun nodded, then his expression turned solemn. The air around him seemed to drop several degrees as he spoke each word distinctly. "Senior, are you trying to force me to accept your favor? Is that your intention?"
No one knew how many people were currently following their conversation. Although most could not determine exactly who this senior was, it was obvious that anyone Feng Jun treated so seriously had at least a True Venerable backing them.
No, it should be said that the person himself was at least a True Venerable... that was the only explanation that made sense.
Xuanyuan Buqi and Qian Zhong both knew that this was Hewi, the Fusion Primarch of the Formation Dao. Of course, the Ancestral Patriarch's true body had not come, but what difference was there between his Spirit Severing incarnation and himself?
The two naturally held a Fusion Primarch in awe, but once Feng Jun's words left his mouth, their divine senses visibly intensified.
It was not necessarily meant as a provocation. They simply wanted to tell him: We are watching the show, Senior. Please mind your dignity!
Yet Hewi could not even get angry. He had already sensed Feng Jun's confidence. Although those words were somewhat offensive, regardless of any other considerations, he could not take issue with them. It was just as Feng Jun had said—an Ancestral Patriarch should have his own dignity!
Anyone who relied on their status as an Ancestral Patriarch to act recklessly was nothing more than a street thug, an "emperor carrying manure with a golden shoulder pole."
Thus, he shook his head and spoke expressionlessly. "You are overthinking it. I had no intention of threatening you."
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