"Brother Chen, do you know me?"
Xiaoyuan was a bit puzzled.
Nervously, she took a closer look at Chen Ping and realized she didn't recognize him.
"We've met before."
Chen Ping didn't explain, but changed the topic: "Let's take a bath first, the journey through mountains was quite tiring, no rush for food.
Don't leave later, keep me company for a meal."
Thinking of Zuo Duanshou, Chen Ping's tone softened a bit.
If that stubborn kid knew his sister was doing well at the Primordial Martial Arts Hall and learning martial arts, he would probably grin from ear to ear.
After bathing and eating, Chen Ping instructed Xiaoyuan to practice on her own, while he entered the bedroom, lit an incense stick, and left the bustling noise of the martial hall behind.
Calming his mind, "Spring and Autumn Silkworm, Trace Origin and Steal Fortune."
