"Young master He...?"
"Rest assured Master, your disciple will not lose to him in the upcoming martial tournament!" Lin Che raised his innocent face, clenching his fists in a solemn vow.
Zhihan looked into his eyes, intending to say something, but her attention was suddenly drawn to a white-robed figure appearing behind Lin Che.
She swallowed her words, her fairy-like visage rising with a hint of shame.
"This young fellow certainly talks a big game."
Unnoticed, Yino had placed his hand on the buzz-cut youth's shoulder.
The latter jumped in fright. He hurriedly turned around, only to find the white-robed young man they had met on the street earlier staring at him with cold, piercing eyes.
Instantly, Lin Che felt a sense of foreboding.
But soon, Yino's eyes softened. "Just a joke. I too look forward to an opportunity to exchange pointers with you in the future."
"Ah... right..." Lin Che nodded, unable to grasp the other's true intentions.
