Wang Mang truly was a conversation stopper; it didn't take much for him to bring the conversation to a full stop.
For a time, the teleportation altar once again fell silent.
The two of them sat cross-legged, half a meter apart, neither speaking.
And so, two incense sticks' worth of time passed.
Compared to Wang Mang's composure, the woman was significantly more anxious.
Her face kept changing expressions now and then.
One moment she would glance at Wang Mang, the next she would sigh inwardly.
Most importantly, she wasn't being subtle, and Wang Mang noticed it all.
After a while, Wang Mang finally couldn't bear it anymore and said helplessly,
"Senior, if you have something to say, just say it."
At these words, the woman's face turned red, and she said softly, her voice tinged with embarrassment,
"Is he doing well?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Mang immediately rolled his eyes.
Look at her, all coy and hesitant, just wanting to ask about the abyssal skeleton's situation.
