What one fears the most often comes to pass. Master Duanren first inquired about Yue Qing's situation as a kind of pretense, and then straightforwardly stated, "Master Feng of our sect has been at the Golden Core Peak for many years, and the time for infant condensing approaches..."
"Hold on," Feng Jun interrupted him, which was rather impolite, but he couldn't care less.
His face darkened as he spoke expressionlessly, "Master Steward, are you sure that what you're going to say next... is appropriate for me to hear?"
"Some things are better left unknown than known, and please do not think that I can be casually disposed of."
"You have interrupted me twice now," Master Duanren shook his head, half-laughing, half-frustrated, "If it weren't for knowing how difficult you are to handle, would I be this tolerant of you? As for the silencing you are worried about, it will not happen..."
