"Junior Brother, you've really mastered it?"
Chen Ping had just opened the door when a head suddenly popped up in front of him.
A pair of big, slick black eyes stared at him like he was some kind of monster, peeking from left to right as if he had grown three heads and six arms.
"Senior Sister, keep your composure, you're a big girl now."
Chen Ping helplessly pushed aside the fuzzy head, chuckled, and said, "Is it so strange to master it? Isn't your father the one who mastered the Golden Body technique long ago?"
"How is that the same? He took eight years, and you have no idea what we've been through during those eight years."
Han Xiaoru grumbled discontentedly, yet her eyes sparkled with excitement, "In our Primordial Martial Arts Hall, even in the Primordial Sect, who could have mastered the Primordial Golden Body Technique as quickly as you? In those earlier years, I wouldn't have considered switching to another technique... uh, what did I say?"
