Feng Jun had never intended to fight two against one, but Jiuling's arrival without showing himself had truly irritated him.
By exposing the other party's whereabouts, he wanted Jiuling to understand—I not only knew you were here, but I also wanted you to bear witness!
To put it bluntly, he was killing a chicken to scare the monkeys: in the past, you put on airs as an Ancestral Patriarch, and I could not be bothered to argue with you. It was not that I could do nothing about you!
Of course, if Jiuling still wanted to put on airs and babble, then he would fight both of them together! He would make them understand what proper respect meant.
Thus, fighting two against one was only Feng Jun's last option. He hoped Jiuling would not be so tactless.
The moment he said that, all the True Venerables fell silent. Zixian True Lord... he was a figure renowned throughout Heavenly Zither for tens of thousands of years! And now, a mere little Golden Core had challenged him?
"So it really was 'someone questioned it,' rather than me questioning it," Zixian sent Jiuling an intent transmission, provoking things a little—though it did not really count as provocation. Then he sent his Divine Thought down again. "I had no intention of questioning anything. I merely wished to see for myself..."
He had already sensed that things were going badly, instantly changing his attitude toward Feng Jun as though he were facing a cultivator of the same rank. Speaking behind someone's back about their elder was never good behavior. If he went too far, he might invite an undeserved disaster.
"Enough nonsense..." A vast Divine Thought suddenly emerged from Feng Jun's body. Immediately afterward, an emerald bamboo shadow appeared behind him, over a thousand zhang