After Feng Jun stepped out of the stone gate, he saw that those who had come out earlier were all standing nearby. A light rain had begun falling in the mountains again.
Feng Tianyang and Zhang Dongyuan held up a rain canopy, sheltering the little Daoist nun holding the scroll beneath it.
With a wave of his hand, Feng Jun took out a large umbrella and set down a chair. "Come sit over here."
If not for the rain, those who had come out earlier would inevitably have felt awkward, since they did not know how to broach the subject with Feng Jun.
Master Feng's gesture immediately eased the atmosphere.
Elder Guo asked without any ceremony, "Master, does this mean this hidden place is a magical treasure with an Artifact Spirit?"
"I can't say whether it is a magical treasure," Feng Jun replied with a smile. "Artifact Spirits can emerge in magical artifacts as well. Those naturally born Artifact Spirits actually tend to have better potential for growth."
A dignified Small World, and you thought it was merely a magical treasure? Old Guo, your imagination really was not rich enough.
Tang Wenji then spoke with a trace of dissatisfaction. "Why did Host Guan send you out too? Isn't that... a little inappropriate?"
Everyone else wanted to ask the same question, but only she dared say it aloud.
"What is inappropriate about it?" Feng Jun laughed. "This is ultimately Cinnabar Cloud Heaven's treasure. It has an owner. If they wanted to have a private conversation, was I supposed to stubbornly refuse to leave?"
"That's not what I meant," Tang Wenji hurriedly denied. "I'm worried she might harm Host Guan. No matter what, she seems to share the same origin as Yin Ghosts."
The little Daoist nun holding the scroll began trembling