Sitting in the chair, Wu Bin immediately gave an answer, even though it reminded him of some unpleasant memories.
"The King of Feng Country is also a player? I've heard of this country a few times recently... But I've heard it's a weak little country, so I didn't pay much attention."
The middle-aged man in plain clothes got the answer, raised his hand to rub his chin, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
"Wu Brother, how did your match go? With shooting skills as impressive as yours, you must have kept him from even showing his face, right?"
The young bean sprout showed interest at this point and casually asked for more details.
"I don't want to talk about that aspect."
Wu Bin immediately shook his head, refusing to reveal more, and then reiterated the concern he had just raised:
"You all know that this dungeon has lifted restrictions on penalties. Is it dangerous if we really ally with that person from Huang Country? Could this invitation be a trap?"
