Wang Ping's eyes showed a strange color, and he asked, "Huang Huihui, the predecessor of the first generation chat group, is it that predecessor who asked you to deliver a message to me?"
"(ˉ▽￣～) Tch~~, you saw through my identity and purpose all at once, how boring."
Huang Huihui puffed out her cheeks, grumbling.
"....." Wang Ping looked at this somewhat playful predecessor, and after a smile, he asked, "I'm curious, is that predecessor trapped in the Heaven Tower and unable to get out?"
"Hehe, about that, I have nothing to say. I came here because the palace master asked me to deliver a message. He tells you that if you want to know your background and free yourself from his control, you should become a two-digit number in the shortest time and come to the Ninetieth Floor. Otherwise, you will die."
"...."
Wang Ping frowned slightly.
