Feng Jun saw the other party was a bit agitated, so he could only spread his hands helplessly, "Senior, cultivators have their worldly trials, and also their solitary pursuits. Finding your own path is the most important thing. Don't you think so?"
"I don't think so," Jing Ling, who hadn't appeared recently, clearly had figured some things out, "What you do is called cultivation, for me it's just waiting for death. Without Spirit Stones, how do I cultivate? Even if you give me the Sun-Mirroring Glass, then what?"
Feng Jun didn't want to talk. After all, that Protective Talisman was hanging on his chest all the time. As long as he could withstand it for a moment, he had plenty of ways to handle it. Ultimately, it was because there was a Space Fleet present; otherwise, he might have already sneakily run back to Earth.
