"Wild guess?" Cha Bai's words left Duan Ling Tian stunned for a moment before he burst out laughing again.
This time, he realized that more than half of the people present had begun to look at him weirdly with doubtful gazes after they heard Cha Bai's words.
It was apparent that they were all shaken by Cha Bai's words.
"No matter which level you said Nangong Yi's comprehension is at, it doesn't matter if it's the Ninth Level Intermediate Wind Concept or the First Level Advance Wind Concept, you still have a fifty-fifty chance of getting it right," Cha Bai looked at Duan Ling Tian and sneered. "From what I can see, you're just lucky."
"Look at mine then," a cold voice suddenly interjected and eclipsed Cha Bai's laughter.
