The virus unleashed by the black-clothed man can spread at such a rapid pace, showing how aggressive it is. Even if Xiangsi couldn't solve it, it would be understandable.
However...
Fengchen smiled.
"Only those who can smile at the end are the real winners."
The meaning of his words was clear, implying that the black-clothed man might not necessarily win!
These words seemed to anger the black-clothed man. He stood up abruptly, walked up to Fengchen, and grabbed Fengchen's chin with one hand, lifting his face to meet his own!
"Do you really believe in your little apprentice that much? Wuchen, oh Wuchen, even you couldn't crack this—do you think she can?"
"She certainly can."
Fengchen closed his eyes, his expression indifferent.
Of course, he believed in little Xiangsi.
She was his only disciple.
As the saying goes, the pupil surpasses the master. Her achievements over the years must have reached a new, higher level!
