Long Ang smiled and nodded, "I can tell, you all are quite easy to get along with."
Lin Dong chuckled and suddenly leaned in mysteriously to Long Ang's ear, saying, "Speaking of which, I know your martial arts are impressive. When can we have a sparring match?"
Long Ang looked at him suspiciously, "You?"
Facing Long Ang's doubt, Lin Dong was a bit displeased. He huffed and said, "Yes, me. What's wrong with that? Do you think I'm not qualified to be your opponent?"
Long Ang shook his head with a smile and said, "No, no, no, I didn't mean that. I'm just puzzled because I didn't sense any Spiritual Energy from you."
Lin Dong awkwardly touched his nose and sheepishly said, "If you didn't sense it, you didn't sense it. Why point it out? Can't a Postnatal Martial Artist be okay? Where would a Postnatal Martial Artist get a sense of Spiritual Energy from, anyway."
