"What fun thing?"
Leng Qingshuang looked at Chen Wen in confusion, clearly not understanding what he intended to do.
Chen Wen did not answer Leng Qingshuang. Instead, he advanced toward Xiao Yunfeng step by step.
By the time Leng Qingshuang came back to her senses, Chen Wen had already arrived before Xiao Yunfeng.
The next moment, Chen Wen moved, drawing Xiao Yuntian's Spatial Ring into his hand with one sweep.
Under Leng Qingshuang's watchful gaze, Chen Wen sent his Soul Power into the Spatial Ring.
Very soon, a Sound Transmission Token appeared in his hand.
A glint flashed through Leng Qingshuang's eyes, and she somewhat understood what Chen Wen wanted to do.
But when she thought of Chen Wen's audacity, she could not help pursing her lips in a smile.
Wasn't this exactly in character for Chen Wen?
If there truly were people or matters in this world that he feared, then something truly enormous would have happened.
With a flick of his hand, Chen Wen directly infused Spiritual Energy into the Sound Transmission Talisman.
Before long, a man's voice came from the Sound Transmission Token. "Speak. What is it?"
That voice belonged to Xiao Yuntian.
Chen Wen curled his lips. "Of course I have something to discuss with you."
"Who are you?" Xiao Yuntian immediately bellowed.
"You don't recognize me? Looks like you really are a nobleman with a poor memory." Chen Wen spoke leisurely.
"Chen Wen, you're Chen Wen, aren't you?"
As Xiao Yuntian roared in shock, he shouted again, "You're courting death!"
He was no fool.
Naturally, he immediately realized that Xiao Yunfeng had already met with disaster.
Most importantly, Chen Wen had the gall to take the initiative and provoke him.
This was not merely treating him with contempt—it was treating the Xiao Clan with contempt