No one answered the Ju Clan True Venerable's question. That senior had only just flown into a minor rage—who would dare make more trouble?
Everyone waited for a while and found that the senior showed no reaction.
Only then did the Ji Clan True Venerable give a wry smile. "Fortunately, Senior is magnanimous and doesn't hold it against us junior cultivators."
His words earlier had also been offensive, so he had to show some gesture. Though the Ji Clan currently ranked first among the families, when it was time to back down, they still had to back down.
Luo Yuanhua cupped his hands toward Feng Jun. "I borrowed Senior Bamboo Gentleman's name just now. My apologies for the presumption."
"It's nothing," Feng Jun answered seriously. "The Seventeen Great Venerables have shown me much care, and Senior Bamboo Gentleman has heard of it as well. It doesn't count as borrowing his name."
After that, no one dared discuss the origin of that great power anymore, because he had made his stance clear: he truly might kill someone!
Was it unfair for a great power to seize the opportunities of minor cultivators? There was nothing unfair about it. Disrespecting one's superior was a capital offense!
Once the space here had finished transforming, the space on the sect cultivators' side had long since completed its transformation as well.
Feng Jun chose a relatively better space and kept it for himself—it was actually quite dilapidated too.
The most damaged space would be the content of the five families' next round of distribution. Once they had gathered five, they would discuss how to divide them.
Then Feng Jun deliberately went to take a look at Regret Space and found that its recovery was not going well.
So everyone selected three more spaces. One was nearly