At this moment, Nan Feng's gaze completely sank, and his expression became particularly cold and solemn.
Wen Nanxi could see the tension and a tightly wound demeanor in him.
Having interacted with this main body for so long, how could Wen Nanxi not glean some information, how could he not observe something?
He knew that Nan Feng seemed apathetic, imperceptible in emotion, yet in truth, there were things he cared about.
Like how he especially cared about himself.
"Speak!"
Wen Nanxi's body was already extremely frail, especially since every forced fusion met with intense resistance from his consciousness and body, leaving him weaker each time, causing his power to regress and his Spiritual Power Ability unsure of its remaining strength.
Thus, being held up by Nan Feng like this made him even weaker, but he still faintly smiled and said: "Every time you undergo fusion, have you not noticed anything unusual about your body?"
