Ye Fan said, "You didn't see it wrong, this is just a common movement technique used by cultivators."
"Hmph, trying to fool me again, take this." As the heir of an ancient martial arts family, Mo Xiaoyan didn't believe that immortality could truly be achieved. She had just advanced from the peak of the Ming Jin stage to the initial stage of the An Jin and wanted to test her skills. But when her palm struck toward Ye Fan's chest, seeing that Ye Fan didn't even move, she regretted it and hurriedly tried to pull back her strength but it was too late.
"Bang!" With almost a dull thud, her palm struck firmly on Ye Fan's chest, soft, indicating that Ye Fan didn't use his martial arts skills to resist.
"Ah?" Mo Xiaoyan initially had further moves, but she quickly withdrew them, touching Ye Fan's chest with her hand, and said, "Are you... are you okay?"
