Feng Ji quietly watched his profile, gazing at his seemingly perplexed side, and gently sighed, "This answer doesn't sound like you... I thought you'd say that you would grow stronger too, and no matter who the enemies are, you'd turn them all into pigheads."
"Right, as the enemies grow stronger, so will we. For example, you, senior sister, might become a Taoist then. You shout: Nirvana Swordsmanship Prelude, enemies cease to exist! And then, that's it..."
Feng Ji chuckled, "You, stop flattering your senior sister here. I think you'll definitely be stronger than me in the future."
Being stronger than her in the future is unlikely. Keeping up with her pace is probably an extravagant hope...
Feng Ji still doesn't know that Lin Xiaosu's path has reached its end.
