"Your gaze is a little strange," An Lan commented as he walked over, noticing Wang Teng's expression.
"Really? I don't think so. You're thinking too much." Wang Teng felt that a heaven-stage martial warrior was indeed extremely vigilant. He restrained his expression and shook his head sternly.
"No?" An Lan didn't believe him. He felt that Wang Teng was up to no good.
"You're a heaven-stage martial warrior. What can a planetary-stage nobody like me do to you?" Wang Teng felt speechless.
"Who knows? You're a sly little fellow." An Lan pouted.
"Hey, what are you saying? I just helped you craft the Thousand Armaments Vessel, and now, you're trying to push me away? Are you kicking me to the curb because I'm not useful anymore?" Wang Teng asked angrily.
"Cough, don't make me sound so heartless. Since you helped me forge the Thousand Armaments Vessel, I'll keep my promise."
"Hmph, heartless," Wang Teng snorted.
Silence.
