The Youngest Saint Craftsman

As soon as she said this, the two of them looked at her gratefully.

Lin Yuhan hurriedly thanked her.

"Thank you!"

Yun Feng shook her head. "No need to be so polite."

As she spoke, she turned to Zhenhua beside her and asked, "Teacher, what do you think?"

Zhenhua nodded slightly at her words.

"Mm, that was what I thought as well."

"You two needn't be nervous."

Though he had suspected them, it had only been for an instant.

Chang Gongyan and his disciple had come on behalf of the Star Luo Empire Blacksmith Association. If they had attempted an assassination in front of the entire Federation, it would have been an extremely serious provocation against the Federation!

The Star Luo Empire had been trying to avoid conflict with the Federation, so the possibility of them taking the initiative to provoke one was minuscule.

Moreover, the aura of that person earlier had carried an extremely dense Evil Soul Master presence. He was most likely someone from the Holy Spirit Cult who had mixed into the crowd.

If they were responsible, then it was no surprise.

The Holy Spirit Cult had always hoped for a great war, for the deaths of countless people.

Upon hearing this, the two of them finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Chang Gongyan straightened his appearance and immediately bowed to Zhenhua and Yun Feng.

"Thank you for trusting us!"

Yun Feng looked at the two of them and nodded gently.

Suddenly, she seemed to sense something and raised her head toward the main entrance of the hall.

A streak of golden light flew in from outside.

The Golden Dragon Spear returned to Yun Feng's hand and vanished.

Zhenhua was even more curious at the sight!

This Martial Soul could remain separated from its owner's body for