"I came to find you because I wanted to... wanted to..."
Lan Shi'er bit her finger, her eyes darting as she tried to recall why she had come. "Oh, I remember now. I came to learn combat techniques from Smelly Uncle."
"Senior Bai will arrange for someone stronger to guide the Little Island Lord. There is no need to come specifically to learn from me."
Jiang Ping An remained seated before the furnace without getting up, his tone unchanged.
Lan Shi'er sat in the chair beside him, propping her chin up with both hands as she watched Jiang Ping An forge artifacts.
"Smelly Uncle, you don't understand. Aunt Bai arranged for a God-level Expert to guide me, but that person's skills simply can't compare to yours, Smelly Uncle. I haven't improved at all these past three months."
"So I still want Smelly Uncle to guide my cultivation."
Jiang Ping An fell silent for a moment before asking, "Senior Bai doesn't know you came here, does she?"
"She does. Aunt Bai was the one who told me you were here."
"You're too young. You make too many little movements when you lie. It's easy to see through you," Jiang Ping An said flatly.
Having been exposed, Lan Shi'er sprang to her feet in agitation. "So what if Aunt Bai doesn't know? I came to you because I want to improve my combat strength. What right does she have to stop me? What right does she have to keep you from guiding me?"
Her instincts told her that Jiang Ping An was not a bad person. There was no need to worry at all.
Jiang Ping An shook his head helplessly. "I'm very dangerous. If it were me, I wouldn't let my child get close to someone like me either. Go back."