Meng Xinghun also knew that his ancestor was sometimes clear-headed and sometimes confused, so he couldn't help but ask again, "Is it enough to use the lightning tempering body? Should I ask Mountain Master Feng about it?"
"Don't consult him," the ancestor stated bluntly, "That guy is even scarier than the Golden Core peeping around."
Meng Xinghun was startled, "There's a Golden Core peeping around?"
"No malice, just curiosity," the ancestor dismissively remarked, "If not for the fact that I am left with only this remnant soul, I could easily handle two of those Golden Cores. But this Mountain Master Feng is truly terrifying."
Meng Xinghun curiously asked, "What's so terrifying about him?"
"Intuition, perhaps. He can make this soul of resentment of mine scatter," the ancestor's tone calmed, a sign that he was about to fall asleep, "That guy's Spirit Beast Bag contains an incredibly strange and powerful presence…"
