At that moment, Ye Qingshan excitedly said to Ye Fan, "Come on, Ye Fan! Let's have a little spar, grandpa and grandson!"
But Ye Fan looked troubled.
Ye Qingshan's expression immediately soured. "What's the matter?" he rebuked. "Do you look down on this old man? Or are you, the great King of Heaven, afraid I'll defeat you and your pride can't take it?"
You're overthinking this, Ye Fan thought. He explained awkwardly, "Well, Grandpa, it's not that I don't want to spar. It's just that I can't quite control my strength. It would be terrible if I accidentally hurt you! After all, a single breath from me could probably injure you!"
"Such arrogance! Tell me, what realm are you at now?" Ye Qingshan was furious. That was just too discouraging.
Ye Fan just smiled. "Oh, nothing special. Just the Supreme Peak. I'm still a big step away from breaking through to the Saint-level!"
