"What's up with you guys?"
Wu Bing blinked his small eyes, looking at everyone in confusion, "Oh, I remember now, Shanshan and Old Zhao just came out, right? What happened, did you clear it?"
Actually, he knew the odds were against it, but he couldn't be too blunt.
After the two denied, he gave a few words of encouragement, then suddenly felt something was off: "Hey, what am I talking about? Now I have to go suffer too."
As a Prophet, it's needless to say how much of a disadvantage he would face in such a combat-type Secret Realm.
But after he finished speaking, he sensed that the atmosphere was a bit subtle.
"No, what riddles are you guys speaking? Why do each of you look like you've eaten chocolate that tastes like crap?"
As a Prophet, he had good relationships with all the groups.
Li Rui spoke up to explain: "Uncle Bing, I'm in the same batch with you."
Wu Bing was momentarily stunned, then immediately grinned from ear to ear.
"Oh, why didn't you say so earlier?"
