Wang Anfeng couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head, saying: "How is this possible?"
Yet he couldn't stop thinking about that day. When Fufeng climbed the hundredth step of the tower, it already made him anxious. If this event became known throughout the world and passed down for decades or even centuries, the thought of it was overwhelming, though strangely enticing.
He quickly dismissed the thought, faced Sikou Tingfeng's smile, and rubbed his forehead, saying:
"Sikou, you also enjoy these kinds of jokes."
Sikou Tingfeng turned to look at the outside clouds gathering and dispersing over the mountains, smiled slightly, and said:
"You always like to beat around the bush, which is why you haven't made much progress."
"However, it's too early to speak of that now, but you should transform from Miss Xue to Qinshuang as soon as possible."
"It would be ideal if you could become Shuang'er."
