Some people court death without even realizing it. Take the Regent King and Wen Zheng, for example.
The Regent King looked toward City Lord Guang, boasting, "What do you think of the talent this king has discovered?"
Wen Zheng, following suit, also looked toward Wu Tian and asked, "And my Fist Technique? How is it?"
City Lord Guang remained silent. To reach such a level of skill in a Fist Technique after only two years of cultivation was something he could not do. He was struck speechless.
Wu Tian, however, simply shook his head. "He's still not as good as my daughter."
"That's right! Not as good as me! Far from it," the little one in Qin Yuhan's arms added, clenching her tiny fists with a giggle.
"What? He said you're not as good as his daughter?" The Regent King burst out laughing.
Wen Zheng did as well, finding the child even more ridiculous. "Such a little kid, spouting such arrogant nonsense."
