Ling Feng and Song Ruozhao were swiftly traveling through the sky.
Both were silent for a long time before Ling Feng finally spoke: "Brother Song, what do you think about this matter?"
"What do you mean?" Song Ruozhao didn't turn his head, just kept his eyes focused ahead.
Ling Feng laughed and said, "I don't believe you think this encounter is problem-free. Even I have a sense of unease within me."
"Is that so? Well, it's a coincidence, I also find it a bit strange, but can't quite put my finger on what's odd," Song Ruozhao said calmly.
Ling Feng stopped laughing, his face neutral as he said, "Indeed, our feelings are similar. I also find it strange but can't pinpoint what's wrong,"
Ling Feng took out the cocoon again from the ring, and after staring at it for a long time he said, "But I can now confirm that this cocoon really is a treasure, at least definitely not an ordinary object. I can sense its powerful energy, yet it also brings me a feeling of palpitation,"
