"Thank you, big sister."
Yan behaved quite obediently at this moment. As long as his skin was thick enough, he would not feel embarrassed. What was wrong with a seven-year-old child getting by on cuteness?
"You can get up now."
Qian Renxue coldly stared at Yan, who was putting on a weak and pitiful act, and reached out to push him. If they had not just fought such an intense battle, she would never have believed that this little brat could be so difficult to deal with.
"Ah... easy, easy..."
Yan sucked in a cold breath as he got up, using what little strength he had left to move away from Qian Renxue. Then he silently absorbed Healing Light to aid his recovery. Before long, his minor external injuries had healed, while the more serious ones would need time to recuperate.
In the discussion hall of a side palace within the Worship Hall, Yan and Qian Renxue took their seats again after changing clothes. Neither spoke first. Yan held a cup of fragrant tea and sipped at it, looking perfectly calm and at ease.
Qian Renxue sat across from Yan, watching the child who had just made her suffer such a crushing defeat. Toward the end of their battle, she had nearly used all her strength, yet she had still lost. She had failed to block that final strike, leaving her with no chance to counterattack.
In the end, Qian Renxue could not hold back any longer. "Yan, I remember you said that after our spar, you would tell me everything. Tell me, then. What exactly did you mean by what you said before?"
Yan glanced at Qian Renxue. "What do you want to know? Aren't there some things you already know? Pope Bibi Dong is my teacher. I only