Feng Jun was not afraid to admit that he had hidden in the Void. Although it was an escape method that should have been kept secret, how many people had he taken into the Void already? Even if he said nothing, could others not figure it out?
Luo Shiqi was quite curious. "You had already thought that entering the Void could interrupt Blood Resentment Curse Killing?"
I just didn't want to bring disaster upon Blue Star, all right? Feng Jun smiled. "Not really. I simply wanted to try it."
"It worked out well," Luo Shiqi said, giving him a thumbs-up. "At least it saved a talisman."
Feng Jun was rather speechless. He finally understood why everyone said this guy was petty. He was a lofty Venerable Lord, yet he obsessed over a tiny talisman all day long. His horizons were far too narrow.
He did not want to continue that topic, so he raised a brow. "Who else encountered Blood Resentment Curse Killing?"
No one spoke. After a while, Xuanyuan Buqi finally said with a smile, "Only you. No one else."
"Isn't that a bit excessive?" Feng Jun was deeply disgruntled. "I wasn't particularly conspicuous in this pursuit of the Thieving Vein cultivators, was I?"
Qian Zhong gave him a strange look. "The one who cursed you should have been that Nascent Soul cultivator from the Han Clan who got away."
"I could guess it was him, but why was I the only one he cursed?" Feng Jun frowned. "Picking the softest persimmon to squeeze?"
"Who else could he choose if not you?" Xuanyuan Buqi looked at him, caught between laughter and tears. "He was only at the Nascent Soul Stage. Other than cursing you, who else could he curse?"
Feng Jun froze for a moment before muttering softly, "Damn