Shen Fanyun's eyes snapped open. He looked dubiously at Li Huanhuan, who was inches away, her features well-defined and her large eyes undeniably adorable.
He had only agreed to be Li Huanhuan's so-called master for Su Xiyang's sake, planning to just brush her off with a few casual words. After all, the path of Martial Arts wasn't something one could master just by being stubborn. At the end of the day, talent was all that mattered.
Shen Fanyun had assessed Li Huanhuan's talent. It wasn't just mediocre; it was thoroughly mediocre, only slightly better than the aptitude of an ordinary person. In other words, Li Huanhuan didn't even have the qualifications to take the first step onto the path of Martial Arts. This realization extinguished any desire he might have had to teach her. It wasn't that he was trying to hide his skills; Li Huanhuan simply wasn't cut out for it.
