Feng Jun turned around and leisurely started walking toward the direction of the county town. With so little happening back in the Earth Realm, he needed to kill some time here on this side.
Otherwise, it would raise unnecessary suspicions if, in just the blink of an eye, he managed to bring an Intermediate Level cultivator of the Dust-Free Stage to the brink of death—there were only so many methods that could produce such a devastating effect.
If someone figured out that it was caused by Weimian's Force, it would put him in an extremely vulnerable position.
Feng Jun wandered around the county town for a while. It wasn't until the sky was almost dark that he hurriedly returned to Mount Zhige.
Nangong Youjiu had been waiting for him to come back. Seeing Feng Jun appear alone, Nangong couldn't help but ask, "Where's Master Fu?"
Feng Jun tilted his head and gave him a strange look. "I had him handle something for me… What? Do you have any objections?"
