Chen Pingping never practiced cultivation, but he was always very strong. No one knew how he managed it, and Guang Xiaoyu also couldn't understand it.
What she could see was Chen Pingping's avoidance of competition.
He didn't vie for supremacy with others or strive for dominance with the younger generation. His temperament was calm, open-minded, and carefree.
But just now, she saw a hint of fervor in Chen Pingping's eyes.
Was that a fighting spirit?
Guang Xiaoyu didn't know; all she knew was that the senior brother in front of her was completely different from the one she usually saw, as if he had become another person.
COUGH, COUGH!
The Emperor Son steadied his body, gave a light cough, his blue shirt fluttering in the wind, and he lifted the corners of his mouth, "It seems you do have some strength."
"There's a familiar aura about you," said Chen Pingping.
"Familiar?"
"Yes!"
