"I hope everything goes smoothly. Don't make too much noise! If we attract the attention of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, these few geniuses... clustering together is dangerous."
While An Ruoxing was pondering, a shout of excitement suddenly came from below, almost changing in pitch.
"Hey! Fang Che! You dog, you came! Hahaha, do you still remember your Uncle Dong!?"
The voice carried a full measure of cheekiness that shot straight to the sky, nearly knocking An Ruoxing over as he stood on the fifth floor.
He stared dumbfoundedly below, only to see Dongyun Yu, whom he had just considered as a 'candidate for captain,' 'mature, steady, modest, and upright,' suddenly leap out like a cheeky macaque, twisting into an unsightly, bizarre posture while pointing at Fang Che and laughing heartily.
Even the laughter was so vulgar that it was unbearable to listen to, full of saucy cheekiness.
An Ruoxing couldn't help but rub his eyes hard.
Damn it...
Why is it suddenly so out of place?
