Huan Cheng raised his torch and leaned his face close to Wenping.
"Kid, my brother isn't here. I'm half a relative to you, so stop playing dumb, and speak up!"
"I really don't know."
"Hm?"
Huan Cheng immediately got angry and glared fiercely at Wenping.
Wenping smiled helplessly and stepped back a few steps, "Maybe he died from running, due to the mismatch between exercise and rest."
Brushing it off!
Absolutely brushing it off!
Huan Cheng stared at Wenping with wide eyes, as if to say: Do I look like a fool to you?
"Good kid, got a tight lip. I underestimated you before."
"Uncle, I swear, I'm telling the truth."
"Keep making it up!"
Huan Cheng snorted coldly and turned to leave.
Wenping stood there watching for a while. When he saw the torch really descending the mountain, he finally headed towards the dormitory area.
The plan to climb the Thousand Layers tonight was shelved.
But as he turned to leave, a numeric value popped up before his eyes — 1600/100000.
