Feng Jun's expression darkened as he listened to everyone's advice, his face grave. "Rest assured. If possible, please retreat a little farther. The karma involved here is rather significant; you might suffer some harm."
They were not the sort to ignore advice, and indeed retreated seventy or eighty li. That distance was hardly enough to guard against any sudden developments, but it was better than nothing.
Feng Jun stood beside the lagoon, forming a succession of hand seals, his expression incomparably solemn.
It was Hanhai's first time seeing him at work. He watched with utmost focus, staring and pondering at the same time. The more he thought, the more profound it seemed. When Feng Jun finished the series of hand seals, he could not help nodding. As expected of Mount Master Feng's senior from his sect—such methods were truly extraordinary.
Then he glanced at Xuanyuan Buqi and Qian Zhong, wanting to know how the two True Monarchs assessed it. To his surprise, both wore utterly indifferent expressions. He could not help asking, "Senior Great Monarchs, are you also skilled in this art?"
"Not particularly," Xuanyuan Buqi replied blandly, shaking his head. "I can't really understand it anyway... You'll get used to it."
What did he mean, "you'll get used to it"? Hanhai's brow creased slightly, and a thought he could barely believe suddenly surfaced in his mind: Could it be that this was not the only hidden treasury Fellow Feng had unearthed?
"Ahem." Qian Zhong coughed twice. "Fellow Feng's sect possesses many supreme arts. This is not the first time we haven't been able to understand one."
Wasn't that... trying to cover something up? Hanhai was not so easy to fool.
Just then, the ground trembled slightly, followed by a sustained, faint vibration. Before long, a chest the size of