Faced with Xu Qinglan's relentless pressure, Jiang Ping An's eyes flickered. He replied calmly:
"I mainly study refining. My fighting skills are nothing special."
He truly did not want to clash with a proud young genius like this. Such people tended to have fierce pride; if he defeated Xu Qinglan, the man would surely bear a grudge, bringing endless trouble afterward.
So he changed tack and made it clear that he was a Refining Master, leaving Xu Qinglan no grounds to challenge him to a fight.
At this, Xu Qinglan frowned. "You're a Refining Master?"
"Uncle's refining skills are incredible! Last time the Freedom Alliance's Refining Pavilion was recruiting, he passed the assessment in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. But Smelly Uncle didn't think much of the place, so he never joined."
Lan Shi'er beamed with pride, eager to show off how capable Jiang Ping An was. She wanted the whole world to know about him.
Jiang Ping An helplessly raised a hand and gently pressed it down on Lan Shi'er's head. "Say a little less. No one will think you're mute."
The little girl had not seen through Xu Qinglan's intentions at all. Showing him off like this would only stoke the man's jealousy.
Lan Shi'er felt her head being pushed down. She pouted and muttered, "But it's true."
Jiang Ping An paid her no more attention. He turned to the Xu Qinglan who kept provoking him and said evenly:
"If Young Master Xu wants to compete in refining, I'll oblige anytime."
Xu Qinglan's expression turned ugly. He was certain this white-haired man was using refining as an excuse to avoid a fight. Otherwise, he would have said he was a Refining Master from the start.
But since Jiang Ping An had