"Hey, there's someone here. Who are you?"
Xiao Yan pretended he had only just noticed someone at the doorway and chuckled to himself.
"You're Xiao Yan from the Xiao Clan of Wutan City, right? I'm Nalan Yanran." The little girl tried hard to raise her head as she spoke to Xiao Yan.
"Hello there, little sister." Xiao Yan bent slightly and smiled as he patted Nalan Yanran's little head.
"Bastard! He's not taking me seriously at all!"
The flames of anger in Nalan Yanran's heart had already begun blazing fiercely.
Nalan Yanran tried once more to lift her little head, stared fixedly at Xiao Yan, and said word by word, "Hmph, why are you so tall?"
"Ah, no, no, that's not the line." Nalan Yanran flusteredly said.
"Hmph, brat, there's no way I'll marry you."
Nalan Yanran launched another attempt.
"A weakling like you, I can beat with one hand—beat, beat—"
Nalan Yanran looked at Xiao Yan, who was a shoulder taller than her and strong and sturdy, swallowed, and said, "Beat o-one!"
Xiao Yan looked at Nalan Yanran with some amusement. At six years old, she had already reached the eighth stage of Dou Power. Her cultivation was indeed outstanding for her age; even across the entire Jia Ma Empire, she was among the very best geniuses.
But defeat him? Heh. Xiao Yan lowered his head and looked at his muscular body.
"Damn it, he can get distracted even while talking to me."
Nalan Yanran grew even angrier as she watched the silent Xiao Yan.
"Draw your sword, boy. Duel me! If you want to marry me, beat me first!"
"Hehe, boy, why aren't you attacking yet? Are you scared? If you're scared, hurry up and ask my grandfather to cancel the engagement."
Nalan Yanran looked smugly at the