Feng Jun had interrupted President Huangfu twice in a row, yet she showed no anger.
She was briefly taken aback, then smiled, turned around, and walked away over the red flowers.
Only after leaving the mountain did she let out a soft sigh. "What a stingy man."
"This has nothing to do with stinginess," a low voice suddenly sounded by her ear. "This is my territory. I make the rules."
Huangfu Wuxia looked around but saw no one. Then she realized what was happening and gave a light laugh. "Fellow Cultivator Feng's divine sense is indeed extraordinary. As expected of an outstanding talent with such a lineage."
Feng Jun's divine sense picked up those words as well, and he could not help but pause... So what had been blocked by the plane barrier last time was a strand of divine sense?
Huangfu Wuxia had not expected that an offhand compliment would expose one of her methods.
But it truly was not her fault. In her view, Feng Jun had surely known about those matters already—his elders could not possibly have kept them from him. Most likely, they had even taught him some defensive measures.
She had actually come to see Feng Jun today for another matter, but hearing that he had deciphered the Spirit-Binding Formation was an unexpected delight.
Thus, they could discuss these matters together, and his abilities had once again made her see him in a new light.
He had deciphered an entire formation in such a short time. I had underestimated him.
When Feng Jun returned to the small courtyard at noon and found that President Huangfu was absent, he was not surprised. After eating, he headed straight for the Tiantong Merchant Alliance's courtyard.
They had visited him several times already. Returning the visit was simply proper