In the depths of despair, revenge at any cost—if that's the case, Maomu City might very well become a target, because the enmity Feng Yuan harbors is not insignificant. However, Feng Yuan feels this possibility is relatively low, because they might not think that way.
Aside from the Mordan Empire, after all, the other side can somewhat foresee the future. Unlike the current hopeful other empires, they truly have the ability to see through the truth.
"Sigh, still a bit uneasy..."
After finishing the fried small fish, Feng Yuan sighed, washed his hands with the clear water in the lotus bowl next to him, and summoned the Ancient Black Book to write with his finger. Veronia suspiciously looked at Feng Yuan and said,
"What are you planning now?"
"A little more insurance brings more peace of mind, and if nothing happens, even better."
