Feng Yexuan stared at Xiaoyao, his eyes deep and somber.
No one knew what he was thinking.
But from that moment on, the temperature of the air around them seemed to drop several degrees instantly.
The night was already cool, but now, for some reason, it felt icy cold to the bone.
Even Xiaoyao couldn't help but shiver, and subconsciously took a step back.
Who knew what was wrong with the Prince now, why did his gaze suddenly become so fierce?
"Prince!" Leng Ji quickly stepped forward.
Having followed the Prince for so many years, he immediately felt that the Prince was angry.
Could it be that there was something wrong with the Lijia Worm?
"The worm..."
Leng Ji almost couldn't resist drawing his sword, but then he saw Feng Yexuan suddenly raise his hand, signaling for him to stand down.
Leng Ji hesitated before returning to his original position.
The Prince was angry, but not because of the worm he ate? Then, what exactly was it?