When Hewi heard Feng Jun's words, he nearly resorted to violence—his fellow disciple was on the verge of dying, yet Feng Jun's treasure actually had "other uses"?
In the end, however, he restrained his emotions. "Mountain Lord Feng, you are already about to cure Jiuling. You would not want to see him fall short at the last moment, would you?"
They said age brought wisdom for a reason. Having seen much, one understood all kinds of human psychology. This was precisely such a case—saving someone had inertia. Once one had acted, it became much easier to act again.
If one had never acted before, getting them to offer help rashly would be far more difficult.
Feng Jun understood the other party's thinking perfectly. Unfortunately, he really did have such a mentality. Like obsessive-compulsive disorder, it was beyond his control—since he had already intervened, failing to see it through properly felt like a loss.
But Hewi had indeed left him with a poor impression, so he said calmly, "Success is not guaranteed. I have already felt the fury of a Primogenitor once. I do not wish to feel it a second time."
"You can perform a deduction first," Hewi replied quickly. "If the outlook is not promising, then forget it... If I remember correctly, this sort of compatibility matching is one of your specialties, right?"
Feng Jun looked at him and said seriously, "Let me state this in advance: the treasure is rather expensive."
"Spirit Stones are not a problem," Hewi said without hesitation. "As long as it works, everything is negotiable."
Hanhai True Venerable suddenly spoke up. "Sixteen Extreme Spirits."
"What?" Hewi blinked, asking in astonishment, "Sixteen Extreme Spirits... What kind of treasure would cost that much?"
"A life-saving treasure," Hanhai replied blandly. This Primogenitor had been somewhat distant toward