"Xiang Ming, your horse stance is really not up to standard. Don't you want to avoid your aunt seeing it? Better practice for another three hours."
The speaker was Lin Tian, who was approaching with three glasses of orange juice. He had a mischievous smile on his face, which made Xiang Ming's teeth clench in irritation.
"My aunt won't come to see me; it's my sister who supervises me in these matters." Xiang Ming snorted lightly, "What are you doing here?"
This little guy Xiang Ming was actually quite adorable, especially with those chubby cheeks.
Yet he was always bickering with Lin Tian; perhaps it's more like — rivals seeing each other, escalating the tension.
"Master." The elder called out, then continued, "When I arrived earlier, I saw you using your energy to heal Xu Shaohui. How is he now?"
"He's recovering quite well."
While speaking, Lin Tian handed the two glasses of orange juice in his left hand to the elder and Nanqiu. Xiang Ming was left swallowing his saliva.
