Night God looked at Mr. Qing Er and their eyes met through the mask. "You just said that only Mr. Qingyi lives on the 25th floor…"
The Sword God at the side was dumbfounded when he saw that the two of them seemed to be talking in riddles. Looking at Mr. Qing Er's meaningful smile and Night God's shocked expression, he couldn't understand what was going on.
The Sword God reached out his large hand and patted the Night God's shoulder. "Hey, Night God, don't be angry with Qing Er. Didn't he say it very clearly? Only Mr. Qingyi lives on the 25th floor. As for Qingqing, she doesn't seem to live on that floor."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Qing Er couldn't help but roll his eyes at the Sword God. He really couldn't understand how the Sword God, with his intelligence, could practice his sword techniques to the extreme with just brute force?
