Feng Jue didn't mention the previous incident.
He also didn't mention the death of Yin Yang Dust.
He didn't even ask a single question.
It was as if nothing had happened at all.
Wen Jiu wasn't surprised by this; perhaps to Feng Jue, as long as Ku Yue was unharmed, the death of a few Yin Yang Dusts was insignificant. As for why he'd kill Yin Yang Dust or Ku Yue, Feng Jue clearly cared even less.
But Wen Jiu was puzzled by how this guy started right away with these words of caution, seemingly reminding him, though it felt more complex than that.
"Thank you for the warning, Fellow Daoist," Wen Jiu casually responded, focusing on picking up food and eating rice.
Regardless of what Feng Jue was planning, Wen Jiu didn't want to engage further. He didn't wish to be like a grasshopper tied to the same rope as Feng Jue. If Feng Jue wanted to be a grasshopper, he could be one; Wen Jiu just wanted to quietly nourish corpses.
