But for a while, he couldn't quite figure it out.
The helpful Junior Brother continued:
"Brother Jian, what's behind you?"
The unexpected question from Yi Lin caught Jian Nanchun off guard. Yet, he answered earnestly, "There's my junior brother."
"Wrong!"
Yi Lin stepped aside.
Behind Yi Lin, a snowman had unknowingly been built, with the word "Sword" engraved on it.
Jian Nanchun: "..."
"So, Brother, you only paid attention to me, and didn't notice the snowman."
I didn't know the answer to your question was a snowman!
Brother Jian's mentality was slightly collapsing.
However, as a dignified Golden Core cultivator, Jian Nanchun, with decent insight, vaguely understood something.
Under the eaves, Xia Xiaoman watched the two of them play riddles with great interest; the look of defeat on Jian Nanchun's face made the snack in her hand taste especially delicious.
Jian Nanchun was silent, deep in thought.
Yi Lin continued:
