Outside Yuanshan Hall, Xie Tang suddenly stopped her.
The snow-green robe embroidered with silver phoenix hangs loosely, and the hidden patterns of the talismans flow with a faint light under the bright sun, like fireflies swaying in the summer night. After not seeing her for a few days, she seemed to have lost some weight.
Adrian Wen turned around to look at her and couldn't help feeling a little distressed. The flamboyant Xie Tang in my memory seems to have happened a long time ago.
"Senior Wen," Xie Tang hesitated for a moment and asked cautiously, "if you face Jiang Ying, what are your chances of winning?"
Adrian Wen was silent for a while and then said: "At most 50%."
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