C1877 Fine

Feng Zhentian was on the verge of departing after uttering those words.

All the while, Hsiao Ling's gaze remained locked on the nuclear crystal clutched in Kuan Wanzhu's hand, utterly indifferent to Feng Zhentian's presence.

As Feng Zhentian made to leave, Kuan Wanzhu blurted out in desperation, "Senior Feng, won't you lend a hand? I thought you two were friends."

With a nonchalant shrug