Yan Rufeng got up and said, "Master, this disciple has something to ask you?"
"Ask?"
"Master, why doesn't your true body come?"
"Disciple, it is not that I do not come, but I cannot come," Hong Jun replied.
"Why?"
"I cannot tell you now."
"Ah!"
Yan Rufeng was speechless.
"Why?"
"Because with your cultivation, telling you now would be harming you," Hong Jun said seriously.
"Hehe..."
Yan Rufeng laughed and said, "Master, don't forget, this disciple was once an Immortal Venerable!"
"So what? Just an Immortal Venerable," Hong Jun said dismissively.
"Master, although the cultivation of an Immortal Venerable is not comparable to yours, it is still close to that of a Saint," Yan Rufeng said arrogantly.
"Just an Immortal Venerable close to a Saint, still far off. Besides, if I hadn't sent you to that world, could you have become an Immortal Venerable?"
"What?"
Yan Rufeng suddenly understood, "So it was all arranged by you, Master."
