Before leaving, Feng Jun found the two Daoists and gave them a reminder. "I'll be gone for a while. Focus on your studies, and don't wander around."
The two of them had gradually come to accept some of the realities of the Dharma-Ending Plane. Hearing this, they nodded repeatedly.
The more reserved Mid-Rank Martial Master said, "The technology here is fairly advanced, but there isn't even a trace of spiritual energy. Even if we wanted to go out, what could we gain? Lord Feng, please rest assured."
How could Feng Jun possibly rest assured? If anything went wrong, he would become a sinner to the entire Blue Star Plane.
So he spoke decisively. "This plane is a place my sect selected for Mortal World Tempering. No outside influence is permitted. I'll make this ugly warning clear first... Huahua!"
A flash of white darted over, and a butterfly landed on his shoulder.
"Keep an eye on this area for me. Anyone entering or leaving without permission will be killed without mercy." After saying that, Feng Jun stood and walked outside. "You two, I've made myself very clear."
After watching him leave, the two exchanged a glance but did not even dare speak—President Huangfu had said that this man's Divine Sense was astonishing.
Only after Feng Jun had walked some distance away did he speak softly. "You'll have to work hard for a while now."
Huahua let out a shriek, its voice full of misery. "Don't trouble yourself with me. Can you get me some WiFi?"
There was actually cellphone reception here, but Feng Jun had installed a signal jammer. Not only could calls not be made, but 4G was unusable as well. For Huahua, a devoted phone addict, it was simply unbearable.
It was not particularly picky about work. Growing spirit