Nervous

Since Feng Wu didn't deny it, Chen Ziyun knew he was right. Feng Wu really was the fiancee.

It only made Chen Ziyun feel more conflicted. He didn't know how he should react.

Feng Wu asked, "Was it Feng Xun?"

Chen Ziyun said, "Not directly. I guessed it myself."

Feng Wu said, "In that case, pretend you don't know anything. I want to keep it to myself."

She suddenly frowned and looked to the right.

Countless black dots were moving toward them.

Chen Ziyun was perplexed. "What's going on? Why do you look so serious?"

She didn't just look serious; she had already drawn out her sword.

"Get ready for battle."

She turned to her right after that.

Behind them was a spacious clearing that was perfect for a battle.

"Ready for battle? With Spirit Stone Worms? Where are they?" Chen Ziyun didn't sense anything.

He had a very acute sixth sense, and he had always depended on it on the battlefield.