Since Tang Wenji had witnessed consciousness being projected outward, how could she still spare any thought for competing with Zhang Caixin?
Her eyes were unfocused, and her head kept nodding involuntarily as though she were lost in thought.
After a long while, her eyes lit up. She cupped her hands toward Feng Jun. "Thank you for your guidance, Fellow Daoist Feng. Spiritual Sense is indeed the most fitting term."
But it was too easy to confuse with Spirit Stones, Feng Jun grumbled inwardly before speaking seriously. "I think Divine Sense would be more appropriate."
Spiritual Sense and Spirit Stones really were not the same thing, but he had no way to explain that plainly. Otherwise, she would inevitably ask—what were Spirit Stones? Could she take a look?
He did not believe the current Green Mountain Sect possessed any Spirit Stones, so it was better to avoid the subject.
Seeing that he insisted on defining this "Divine Sense," Tang Wenji had no intention of arguing. It was just a term, after all. Whoever coined it, would they not all still use the same name?
So she continued asking, "Fellow Daoist Feng's cultivation is profound. You truly deserve your reputation as a great master. Are you planning to discuss with Azure Mountain how Divine Sense may be cultivated?"
You had shown off enough, and I had cooperatively expressed my shock. Now, get to the point.
Feng Jun looked at her and smiled. "A discussion requires the proper attitude. Fellow Daoist Tang, you are being somewhat aggressive."
"Fine, I apologize." Tang Wenji was as forthright as could be. "Now I wish to know what mysteries this Ancestral Tablet holds. I hope you will enlighten me without reservation. Azure Mountain will surely repay you."
Seeing how direct she was, Feng Jun could not act