Feng Jun had already guessed the other's possible reaction. Seeing him flee, he flicked his wrist and put the orb away again.
Meanwhile, a slight disdainful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The slightly chubby man's true infant hadn't really fled far; he just scattered instantly to prevent being locked onto and having any disadvantageous actions taken against him.
Now his true infant was concealed over ten thousand miles away, watching Feng Jun coldly, with that hint of disdain clearly in view.
Did he want to get angry? Certainly a bit, but the problem now was that he needed to first figure out what the other party was thinking — that trace of energy, though weak, had extremely high intent, far above his level, and even beyond the divine spirit true masters he had encountered.
In other words, the aura Feng Jun carried was at least from a great sage at the Body Integration Realm.
