Zhang Dawei's attack

Wen Ran and Luo Feng moved quickly. Before anyone could even process what had happened, the two of them were already soaring through the sky on Luo Feng's flying sword.

"Brother Wen Ran, aren't you a little curious about the mess you've gotten yourself into?" Luo Feng asked, a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips. He wanted to see Wen Ran sweat a little, to watch how he would handle the problem. To him, this was the perfect entertainment.

"What do you mean, Brother Feng?" Wen Ran asked, genuinely confused. He had noticed the strange looks people were throwing at him, but he had simply brushed them off, not paying much attention.

"So you don't know yet, huh..." Luo Feng said, tapping his chin thoughtfully, as if weighing something in his mind.

Wen Ran shot him a confused glance. Information was key, and if he had done something to provoke someone, he needed to know about it. At least then, he could prepare for what was coming.