"Brother Feng?"
Other than the two worried-looking, casual Silvermoon City players who had moved aside and were on their guard, the others weren't all that concerned about the prizes on the floor. Rather, they looked toward Feng Luo.
"Apologies to have troubled everyone!"
Feng Luo had already returned to normal, showing a slightly apologetic smile. He put away Ghost Weep, which had slashed a few heads in battle to prevent them from mutating into Elite infected hosts, returning it to his tactical vest!
