"What accent did you learn that from?" Chen Changan asked curiously.
"What, you got a problem with it?"
"No, no."
Chen Changan hurriedly shook his head. Good grief, this little thing had quite the temper.
"If you don't have a problem with it, then quit saying useless crap."
"So you're Chen Changan?"
He had to admit, this little thing's voice was incredibly childish, but he talked big, and the things he said sounded downright streetwise.
Clearly, he'd been around the block!
"Uh, you know me too?"
"Duh. Who else could've come here?"
"Not bad-looking, and you're in decent shape. Your cultivation's just a little lacking."
"You're nowhere near as good as your dad."
"What're you staring at?"
Chen Changan kept staring at him, and the flame seemed a little unhappy about it.
"What's it to you if I stare?"
This little punk sure had some nerve. Chen Changan was getting riled up too. Was this ever going to end? He couldn't even look at him a couple times?
"Try staring at me one more time."
"Oh, for crying out loud! I am staring at you. What're you gonna do about it?"
After just a few exchanges, the little thing had already rubbed off on Chen Changan's accent.
"Fine, you wanna get rough with me, huh?"
"Just you wait—I'll beat the crap out of you!"
"Holy crap, you wanna beat me up? Look at you, acting all tough. Come on, if you've got the guts, get over here!"
Chen Changan and the little flame glared at each other. The little one didn't even have pupils.
They were supposedly staring each other down, but when Chen Changan looked through the other one's eyes, all he saw was the scenery behind it.
"Come on, make a move." Chen Changan sneered.
"Fine, you've got