Hearing Feng Jun's words, the two elves—let's call them that for now—both froze.
The Jing Ling exploded first. "What do you mean by that, you actually still want to use me? I'm not afraid to be straight with you: if this guy weren't here, you'd better honestly work for me!"
The Guardian's heart was definitely inclined toward Feng Jun, but it still couldn't help speaking up. "Feng Xiaoyou, you know as well as I do that this senior is the Jing Ling of the ancient Yin-Yang Mirror. Toward a senior, you still need to have some awe."
"I really do feel a lot of awe," Feng Jun answered solemnly. "I've already given it the Sun-Mirroring Glass, and the Yin-Yang Mirror can also be given to it… Seniors, search your hearts: doesn't that count as awe?"
