"Tuberculosis Rabbit, let's go to a KTV and sing for a bit after we finish with the world boss," Yancheng suggested.
"Ah, sure, no problem," Tuberculosis Rabbit replied.
Amusement tinged Tuberculosis Rabbit's expression as he gently urged the envious crowd around him with modest hand gestures, signaling them not to be too surprised—it was no big deal. Instinctively, he gave a noncommittal response.
Suddenly, it dawned on him that something was amiss. He turned to Yi, his bewilderment clear as he asked, "Yi? What are you talking about?"
"Go to a KTV to sing?"
"Don't you see where we are right now? We are in the middle of fighting a world boss, and it's almost your turn to take the stage. How could you suddenly think of going to sing?"
"Isn't your train of thought jumping a bit too fast?"
"Felt like singing."
Chen Yi stood calmly, leaning on his staff with an inscrutable expression, like a pine tree standing upright among the crowd.