"Grandpa said his old bones were too lazy to move, so Father and I came this time. Grandpa Wager, uncle still hasn't come home?" The young man named Shan spoke to the old man before him while flexing his muscles as if striking poses.
"If only your uncle were as obsessed with martial arts as you. Then we wouldn't have nearly ended up with no one to enter this tournament. What level are you at now, kid?"
"Grandpa Wager, I'm already level 55. Can you marry Sister Mei to me now?" The big fellow immediately crowded close, looking extremely familiar with them.
"I won't interfere in young people's affairs! If you can win Mei over yourself, I won't interfere. My disciple Arian likes Mei too, and he's already level 50."
The atmosphere between both sides was surprisingly harmonious.
Mel cautiously asked Senior Sister Mei, "Mei, did you already know this young man named Shan?"
"Yeah. He's Grandpa's old friend's grandson. We trained together for a long time when we were kids."
"Isn't that childhood sweethearts?"
"Arian and the other senior brothers trained with us too! It wasn't just me."
"Which of those two do you like more?" Mel asked quietly.
"I don't know." Mei sensed a trap, so she simply refused to answer.
"Then you don't have anyone you like right now?"
"No."
As far as looks went, Mei was not the particularly stunning type. However, having trained in martial arts year-round, she carried an air of valiant heroism. She was a bit like a female knight or a female general; if she were stronger, she could probably be called a valkyrie.
Mel glanced at Mei's long braid, which was tied into a ponytail behind her head. Wouldn't it get in the way during a fight if she didn't cut