"What's going on!" Upon witnessing this scene, Feiyun's previously impassive face was suddenly replaced with shock, a look of utter confusion, feeling it incredibly unbelievable.
One should know that his dagger, although not particularly precious, was still a top-quality close-combat weapon, meticulously maintained by Feiyun on a daily basis. But now, having struck Ye Feng's chest, it had surprisingly broken.
This was something Feiyun found completely unacceptable, his eyes revealing a horrified expression.
"Your dagger's quality isn't up to par..." At this moment, Ye Feng's voice echoed in Feiyun's ears.
Right then, Ye Feng wasn't asleep at all. Instead, he had opened his eyes, calmly looking at Feiyun with a slight upward curl of his lips and a mocking look in his eyes.
"You! How can you be unharmed!" Feiyun was completely stunned and utterly unable to accept what he was seeing.
Seeing Ye Feng was like seeing a ghost; Feiyun's face turned deathly pale, extremely unsightly.
