The little boy clasped his hands behind his back and, pretending to be mature, gave her a sidelong glance.
"If you beat me, I'll tell you."
Feng Yueya smiled slightly, speaking slowly, "Little friend, you are no match for me."
"The outcome has not yet been determined. Isn't it a bit premature for you to jump to conclusions now?" the little boy said with a light laugh.
His aura was originally very strong, but, because he appeared to be so young, and his voice was filled with childishness,
his aura was thus a whole notch lower.
In Feng Yueya's eyes, he was just a little brat, truly nothing to be afraid of.
"I know, kids your age can be a bit rebellious. If I don't spar with you, you'll certainly feel disgruntled. Since you want to spar, let's do it."
Feng Yueya sheathed her long sword at her waist, having decided not to use the sword against him.
The little boy immediately wiped the smile from his face and said somewhat exasperatedly,
