Jimò Qiu's eyes held a trace of curiosity.
"Who's Mama?"
Gongxi Chou's face took on a nostalgic hue, his eyes blazing with startling brightness. "Mama was the only soulmate I ever had in my life. In worldly terms, she was the kind of kindred spirit one could search high and low for and never find. However, besides being my soulmate, she also had another identity. I can only tell you about that in private. It concerns a secret of our clan, so it wouldn't be appropriate for others to hear."
Fang Yan and the others: "..."
Heh, they had no desire to know, either.
Gongxi Chou continued singing his partner's praises. "...Mama's an incredible person. She excels in every aspect and can truly be called a magnificent and extraordinary woman! Back then, she only narrowly beat me by the slimmest margin... But if we competed again now, she definitely wouldn't be able to win."
Jimò Qiu said, "How do you know if you haven't competed?"
Though they had been together for less than a day, Jimò Qiu felt that this "Second Uncle" was arrogant to the bone, with a tendency to care more about saving face than suffering. His words could not be dismissed entirely, but neither could they be taken entirely at face value—especially when it came to strength.
There was definitely some self-aggrandizing and false embellishment mixed in.
Gongxi Chou, however, showed no displeasure at being contradicted by a junior. He grinned smugly and said in a shameless tone, "Naturally, that's because she's been busy with government affairs these past four or five years. How would she have had the time to cultivate or improve her martial arts? In my opinion, if her brush hasn't written sparks, it's because the useless trash under her has been sharing the