The top floor of the Bright Moon Hotel.
Although Shrek and the Tang Sect had been defeated, Yan Shaozhe kept filing appeals and demanding a rematch.
Their group had yet to leave.
Inside one of the rooms.
Ning Tian sat in a chair, gazing blankly out the window, as though carefully considering something.
After a while, she spoke, asking Wu Feng, who was packing behind her, "Wu Feng, what do you think of Chen Mo?"
"I'm not sure."
"After all, we've never fought him."
Focused on folding clothes, Wu Feng replied instinctively without giving it much thought.
Ning Tian looked at Wu Feng and said somewhat hesitantly, "Wu Feng, do you think it would be possible for Chen Mo to become my husband someday?"
"..."
The moment those words left her mouth.
Wu Feng froze. The half-folded garment in her hands fell onto the bed, and her entire body went rigid for a long moment.
She carefully replayed those words in her mind.
Then she asked in disbelief, "Ning Tian, what did you just say?"
"I said, do you think it would be possible for Chen Mo to become my husband someday?" Ning Tian repeated.
Before she had even finished speaking.
Wu Feng rushed over to Ning Tian as fast as she could.
She placed a hand on Ning Tian's forehead. "Strange. You don't have a fever, so why are you talking nonsense?"
"I don't have a fever, and I'm not talking nonsense. I'm serious."
There was no trace of humor on Ning Tian's face. Instead, she looked unusually solemn.
Without thinking, Wu Feng said, "Impossible. Ning Tian, don't forget that Chen Mo is now a citizen of the Sun Moon Empire, and he's also the Young Sect Master of the Body Sect. There's absolutely no way you could be