Fan Wubing grinned, raising his glass, "Then let's not worry about it, you and I will just drink and enjoy the moon."
He wasn't in a rush, but it was Wu Qianqiu who was getting anxious, with the biggest secret of Illusion Immortal Tower held in someone else's hands, how could she not be?
Wu Qianqiu had no mood for drink and moon-gazing,
"Why don't you just tell us what you want me to do?"
"Hmm, why does it feel like our roles have reversed?" Fan Wubing propped his chin, scrutinizing Wu Qianqiu's figure. She smiled and generously displayed herself. Then, he shook his head, "I don't need you to do anything."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"As I said, I don't care what Illusion Immortal Tower wants to do, or what Shangjing Immortal Dynasty will face. I only care whether my friend can enjoy their night."
"Don't worry, our Taoxian understands girls very well."
