"Ow—ow! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! Sis, let go, let go—"
The increasingly plump and sturdy Sun Xiaoyan hurried forward in tiny steps, baring his teeth and grimacing as he begged for mercy.
Beside him, Sun Xiaoman had a grip on his ear and was dragging him forward in long strides—due to the difference in their height and build, Sun Xiaoman was currently floating in the air, walking on qi, while Sun Xiaoyan had to strain to crane his thick neck sideways to keep his ear from being torn off.
"Now you know it hurts?" Sun Xiaoman sneered. "Who was it that wanted to test hands with me just now?"
"How would I dare, Sis?" Sun Xiaoyan wore a mournful face. "I was greeting you. Really, just greeting you!"
"Just a greeting, and you brought out Daoist Arts?" Sun Xiaoman asked.
"Wasn't it so Sister could inspect my studies? We haven't seen each other in so many years!" Sun Xiaoyan swore to heaven. "Heaven and earth bear witness—my loyalty to my sister is unwavering. I wouldn't dare have the slightest thought of provoking you. Mother is first, Sister is second, Heaven is third, and I'm fourth!"
As he spoke, his mouth drooped. "You've been beating me since we were little, and now that I'm this big, you still beat me. Don't I have any dignity?"
The flesh on his fat face began to bunch together, looking as though he really might squeeze out some tears.
Sun Xiaoman released his ear, then raised a hand and smacked the back of his head, making his fat wobble. Then she pointed at his nose. "We're about to see Mother. Try crying, I dare you—look at how old you are!"
Sun Xiaoyan, who had always been very good at crying since childhood, immediately