As the atmosphere grew heavier and heavier, Lin Xiaotian suddenly broke it with a chuckle. That chuckle slowly turned into open laughter, and seeing this, all the disciples were left completely confused. Only Han Leu and Chu Yue looked utterly relaxed, as if none of this was strange to them at all.
Just as the confusion among the disciples deepened, the writing on Yan Feng's forehead suddenly stopped. Then, to everyone's shock, he stood up as if nothing had happened. Before anyone could even react, Yan Feng calmly raised a hand to his forehead, and as his fingers touched it, a small translucent strip slowly emerged from his skin. It was the same worm as before, except now it looked frosted over, thin and lifeless, completely captured.
Seeing the stunned expressions around him, Lin Xiaotian finally spoke, a faint smile still on his face. "It was only a plan. You do not need to worry."
