Qu Jianlei had developed such admiration for Feng Jun's ability to predict events that he worshipped him.
He actually asked whether Feng Jun could deduce the gathering point.
Feng Jun's answer was another direction, "My puppet beast released information onto them, which can be sensed remotely."
Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at the nine-tailed white fox standing as tall as a person, utterly speechless.
Even Yue Qing couldn't help himself, "Mountain Master Feng, can you get a similar puppet beast? How many spirit stones?"
"Cough, cough," Feng Jun coughed twice, "Master Yue, you know this isn't something from this realm."
Even with Yue Qing's composure, his face flushed slightly as this was the third time Feng Jun had caught him asking about things he shouldn't—a Golden Core Master doesn't need to save face?
