"Very good."
Ding Ling said with satisfaction:
"Recite it."
Yuan Yao was indignant, wishing he could kill Ding Ling. From childhood to adulthood, he had never felt so humiliated and aggrieved.
But life and death were not self-determined; he could only obediently 'follow orders' and began to recite his family's inherited Breathing Technique.
He was evidently very familiar with his family's Breathing Technique.
The recitation was smooth, and midway through, he deliberately messed up the sequence several times.
When Ding Ling saw that there were no books materializing on the bookshelf after he finished, he knew Yuan Yao was up to mischief. He then gave Yuan Yao a beating, causing him to scream in agony before he stopped.
"Try any tricks again, and next time I'll chop you up!"
Ding Ling coldly glared at him.
Yuan Yao was perplexed; how did Ding Ling know his Breathing Technique was wrong?
He just made a few mistakes, switched a couple of words around!
How was he found out?!
