What a shrimp-man-pig-heart! The thought-form stayed silent for quite a while, then finally said, "Does the number of subjects really matter that much?"
Feng Jun was finding this guy more and more interesting, so he replied, "The number of subjects doesn't matter, but if I don't have even one, that's just embarrassing."
The thought-form choked on that and only responded after a long time, "Are you trying to provoke me?"
"I wouldn't dare," Feng Jun raised both hands and spoke solemnly, "Senior, please let me off this once. I promise I won't come back to Mars for the rest of my life, and I'll also restrain my disciples from coming. How about that?"
"Your disciples, huh…" The thought-form let out a soft sigh, but what it picked up on was not Feng Jun's selling point at all. "A Golden Core should indeed have disciples, even though your bone age is under a hundred… How many Golden Core Masters are left on Earth? Has it dropped by a hundred yet?"
