After the whole "Xu Xian" affair was left unresolved, Xiao Yan seemed to have finally figured something out.
Since everyone in the Xiao Clan, including his father Xiao Zhan, had already accepted that he and Xiao Yi shared a "secret language" no one else understood, why keep hiding it?
And so, a language from a distant homeland began ringing out openly above this secluded courtyard.
At first, Xiao Yan still felt awkward and would instinctively lower his voice when he spoke. Xiao Yi, however, was perfectly at ease. Whether they were eating, walking, or he was watching Xiao Yan cultivate, he would suddenly offer a few comments in that crisp, precise language, or ask some utterly outlandish question.
Over time, Xiao Yan let loose completely as well. Here on the Dou Qi Continent, two souls from another world had finally found a corner where they could speak freely, without a single care.
This communication also gave rise to new, fiercer conflicts. Right now, for instance, Xiao Yan had just finished practicing a set of the clan's basic Dou Techniques in the courtyard. Drenched in sweat, he was nevertheless showing off smugly to Xiao Yi, who was fiddling with a pile of gears and parts by the wall.
"Well? Didn't that finishing move look just like Tiga Ultraman? Cool and powerful!"
At that, Xiao Yi did not even lift his head. He merely gave a scornful snort.
"Tiga? That flashy poser deserves to be mentioned in the same breath as the original Ultraman? Power, poses, and especially the sheer quality of those pecs-where does he measure up?"
Those words were like a spark touching a powder keg. Xiao Yan bristled at once, planting his hands on his hips like a little rooster whose territory had been invaded.
"Ha! You've got the