"If you weren't ready, then why did you come? You're just kicking our enthusiasm like a ball!"
"..."
Many viewers in the live stream were puzzled, and Ning An was also a bit confused.
He stood up and said to Wang Dachui, "Layman, is there a problem?"
At this moment, Wang Dachui was extremely nervous, with a fine layer of sweat on his forehead and sweaty palms.
Suddenly hearing Ning An's shout startled him.
Once he realized what was happening, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with a sleeve and turned around, embarrassed, "Too nervous, too nervous, sorry Little Daoist."
He then rubbed his hands, his face turning red as if wanting to confirm once more:
"Little Daoist, after making a wish, will it definitely come true?"
Oh come on!
Ning An pursed his lips but reassured him, "The ancestral master sees your sincerity and will certainly grant your wish, rest assured, layman."
Wang Dachui's face reddened even more, and he couldn't help but ask, "And the price?!"
