At the end of the day, Jiu Qing knew he could not afford to offend Feng Jun and his group, so he could only be generous.
Thus, faced with Feng Jun's praise, he could only snort. "Generous is too much. I simply keep my word."
After a pause, he added, "I did not suppress those puppets mainly because it would make things easier for us."
That was the honest truth. Once the Asuras withdrew, if anything unusual happened to those puppets, could the Asuras possibly not become suspicious?
At that point, both Jiu Qing and Feng Jun's group would run into trouble.
So although Jiu Qing was self-centered, he disdained lying. It was a common flaw among geniuses—a tragic sort of personality.
Yet Feng Jun's impression of him improved further. He liked dealing with straightforward people.
So he did not stand on ceremony. "Then shall we make our move?"
"Go ahead," Jiu Qing answered crisply, then added even more decisively, "You needn't ask me about similar matters in the future."
Feng Jun glanced at Yi Jue. "Then let's clean this up quickly. If we wait any longer, this space will get even worse."
Yi Jue had also guessed that his earlier daze had most likely been him communicating with Jiu Qing. That was why he spoke as he did now.
In any case, she knew Feng Jun had plenty of tricks up his sleeve. Since he had made a decision, all she had to do was act on it.
It was not that Yi Jue lacked brains; she simply had no interest in thinking about such matters, much like how she rarely involved herself in sect affairs.
So she looked at Xuanyuan Buqi and Qian Zhong. "I'm making my move."
This Unregret Space was quite large, spanning nearly three million