165 Sorry, Does It Hurt?

Inside the underground, a middle-aged man in his thirties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, frowned slightly. His expression looked troubled.

"What's wrong, husband?" The woman beside him noticed his strangeness and asked. She looked younger than the middle-aged man with a foxy look on her face.

The middle-aged man hesitated momentarily before answering, "I can't sense my Flying Dragon Sword."

"How is that possible?" The foxy woman was taken aback.

The middle-aged man shook his head dubiously and said, "I don't know. Maybe this person has a treasure that can block my connection with my Flying Dragon Sword. What about your tamed beast?"

"Nothing big happened. Although my tamed beast got hit, it didn't cause a major injury. Should we come out now? That guy suddenly created purple smoke, and my tamed beast can no longer see the situation inside the barrier." The foxy woman said.