Fei Ying's jaw dropped open, unable to close it.
Qin Sheng also hurriedly pulled out his glasses, trembling as he put them on. Already near-sighted in his youth, Qin Sheng felt his vision blur, barely able to hear clearly what Wu Hen just said. However, subconsciously, he could already feel the shock, goosebumps rising all over him.
The most astonished expression was on Zhuang Yuan's face. He crawled out from under the table, feeling both inconceivable and somewhat reluctant to accept it. But, feeling the sharp gaze from the other party, he felt somewhat ashamed and dared not fully emerge from under the table, waiting for his teammates to confirm again.
"Is it really you??" Fei Ying asked excitedly.
"Who else, the No. 3 Soul Nesting Wood is raised so robustly?" Wu Hen replied with a smile.