Xuan chuckles, with a deadly gaze that almost made Han step backwards. He looked at his uncle and added,
"The first one is the Son of Heaven's daughter, Li Zhi, and the second one is you, Uncle Han."
Son of Heaven's daughter was undoubtedly familiar to Han. Of course she was; he had secretly paid her for cultivating sessions once in the past.
"You little brat."
But that wasn't what pissed him off; it was because Xuan had the guts to mention him as one of them. Without thinking, Han kicked Xuan's stick away.
And Xuan saw himself falling to the ground without his support. "Who's the cripple now, uh?" Han yelled.
He effortlessly picked Xuan by the collar. He was at early Martial Realm Stage 03, a weakling indeed, but that did not change the fact he had enhanced strength and more.
"You brat, maybe you've forgotten how I messed you up last time."
