Jiu Qing could not help muttering in a low voice, "How would I have the nerve to curse your sect?"
But he was truly curious about Feng Jun's origins. "Your sect... should be in an independent world."
Feng Jun had long been mentally prepared for this. He merely smiled indifferently. "Isn't that... about the same as saying nothing?"
"That's true," Jiu Qing said with a helpless bitter smile. I originally wanted to say 'Great World.'
But now, he truly did not dare say things carelessly—some Karma was more than he could bear.
After thinking for a moment, he asked, "You must have a reason for wanting to know about the fourth passage entrance, right?"
"There is indeed a reason," Feng Jun answered impassively, "but it is not convenient for me to say."
"I understand." This time, Jiu Qing was remarkably reasonable. "It has something to do with your sect, doesn't it?"
Just what have you found out? Feng Jun was deeply puzzled at that moment.
The other party was an Ancestral Patriarch, and one with an extremely high opinion of himself. He absolutely would not make baseless remarks.
Yet Feng Jun had no way to question him closely, so he could only answer vaguely, "It is somewhat related."
"Then let me put it this way." Jiu Qing finally steeled himself and no longer wished to conceal it.
"The person who moved that passage was indeed a cultivator of the Thieving Vein."
"A cultivator of the Thieving Vein..." Xuanyuan Buqi muttered through gritted teeth.
Jiu Qing grew impatient. "Isn't it just a passage to Ashura World? Look at your narrow-mindedness. Can't you show a little of a True Lord's bearing?"
"As a True Lord, of course I must fight for resources for the younger members of my clan." Xuanyuan Buqi refused