"What, still thinking about your Little Phoenix?"
Feng An came over carrying Long Heng, who had stuffed himself, and burst out laughing without restraint at the sight of Ye Fei and his companions sitting in a row, watching the "livestream" with eager eyes.
Did they have to be this nervous? Didn't he trust that senior of his? What good would worrying do now?
"Feng An, why are you all in such a hurry? Is some other problem going to crop up during this Disaster Phase?"
Ye Fei ignored Feng An's laughter and reached out to take Long Heng, who had eaten so much that he could now only remain a potbellied dragon, into his arms.
He stroked the aggrieved Little Dragon Cub's Dragon Scales with his fingers, adjusted him into a more comfortable position, then asked Feng An just what was going to happen.
If nothing was going to happen, they would not have been in such a hurry. After all, their identities and positions meant something, and with certain matters, not getting involved was actually the norm.
But now, they were all in far too much of a hurry!
They had agreed on forty thousand Prosperity in a week, yet only three days had passed since he sent Little Phoenix over, and Feng An had already fed Long Heng prey worth over forty-one thousand Prosperity. Was he using Little Dragon Cub as a Taotie...?
"I saw a player tally things up the other day. The number of Player Factions that have reached level 3 is nearly a hundred thousand. You don't understand. When certain numbers reach a round figure, new rules may appear..."
Feng An sighed. Watching Little Phoenix eat another Phoenix Bird in the "livestream," he slowly explained some of the key information to Ye Fei.
For the