"Stop looking down at me." After Han Ruochen's explanation, Old Master Xu realised that he might have misunderstood her. He blushed red in shame, but he did not want to accept that he was in the wrong. "How can you be so sure that I am not in a good condition? I might look like I am thin and frail; the truth is that I am really healthy." Most elderly people refused to admit that they were sick and weak; Old Master Xu was one of them.
"Shall I address you as the old master then? Look at yourself. You are even fairer than me; why don't we compare our arms and see who has more strength? Do you think we can compare in terms of strength?" Han Ruochen reached out her hands in front of Old Master Xu.
