With sweat pouring down his face, Yan Beihan stood with reddened eyes, retracting his spear.
Lowering her head, she walked up to Duan Xiyang: "Grandpa Duan, please don't be angry. Your granddaughter isn't talented in spear training, but she's trying hard to practice... Besides, you're tired, let me massage your shoulders."
Duan Xiyang's expression eased slightly, though he was still somewhat angry, he sighed and said: "Girl, talk to your grandfather, tell him to stop tormenting the two of us, you really aren't suitable for this, even after all this practice, your spear intent isn't as sharp as that boy's I first saw with Yemo."
Yan Beihan's eyes lit up: "Yemo, he also trains with the spear? How is he?"
"With your current spear technique, if you were to battle him in a spear duel, he could probably lift you with a single thrust!"
Duan Xiyang rolled his eyes and said.
"Have you met Yemo? What's he like?"
Yan Beihan became interested.
"Looks like a human being."
