Rosfield flew in, his dark red cape fluttering behind him like a battle flag or a pair of wings, making a whistling sound. He asked in a deep voice, "Captain Chen, what exactly are you worried about?"
Had it been in the nature of the "Ancient Slumbering Race," he would not have been so patient; he would have already bared his fangs at Chen Gu and roared.
However, similar to how he had subdued Modric on Sol Star, Chen Gu's consistent demonstrations of "foresight" throughout this journey had earned Rosfield's recognition. Especially when facing danger, Rosfield valued Chen Gu's opinion even more.
Chen Gu took a deep breath. "I'm worried that we're doing exactly what these moss monsters want us to do, step by step!"
Chen Gu's gaze was resolute. "Give me ten minutes—I'll go in and see exactly what tricks these monsters have up their sleeves!"
