The moment this question was asked, the door to the room slammed shut. Wei Changkong widened his eyes and asked,
"How do you know!"
Fan Wubing held his breath,
"I think anyone with a nose should know, right?"
"Is it that serious already! Damn it!" Wei Changkong slammed the bed frame hard.
Fan Wubing let out a dry laugh,
"I didn't expect cultivators to get athlete's foot. I thought you guys were clean and pure."
"Shush—" Wei Changkong quickly grabbed Fan Wubing, "Don't say it, Junior Brother Wubing." He looked annoyed, "This athlete's foot has been tormenting me for ages."
"What exactly is going on?"
