When Fu Seng brought all seven children back to the Spiritual Tavern after school, the evening atmosphere in the restaurant was already bustling. The moment Li Jingxuan stepped through the doors, his hands were crossed behind his back, his small chest puffed out like a proud little rooster.
"Sixth brother, does your neck hurt?" Seeing how Li Jingxuan held his head so high, Li Juanxin couldn't help but ask.
Li Jingxuan nearly fell when he heard that, he ignored the hater and continued walking with his head held high.
As soon as he reached the backyard, he leapt lightly onto the stone table, striking a heroic pose as his brothers gathered around.
"The hero has returned! Father! Brothers! Today I stood upon the stage of the Vermillion Sword Hall forging grounds and faced down dozens of senior disciples and seasoned blacksmiths!"
