Cheng Qiuqiao stood on the city wall and did not move. His fingers, covered by the bronze armor, had produced cracks in the wall.
The battle in the sky was soul-stirring, but he could not do anything.
"What repair?" Cheng Qiuqiao said in a low voice, "What nonsense are you talking about now? If you can survive, you don't need to repair my car. I can even give you my car."
To be honest, when Cheng Qiuqiao knew that Chen Zuan had advanced to Rank One because of his anger and sadness over Cheng Qiuqiao, Cheng Qiuqiao would be lying if he said that he was not touched.
There were times when they felt that this world was tumultuous. There were no true feelings. The society was very cold. Being touched was simply associated with politeness.
When Chen Zuan had advanced, everyone said that they were envious of Cheng Qiuqiao for having such a friend. He was lucky to have a friend who advanced due to his sadness and anger over him.
