"Mn...looks like, this time, you have broadened your views."
Lord Guotin meaningfully said.
Yichen charmingly smiled at it and replied in cheekiness: "Then, master, tell me, Is Yichen's strength good enough to practice my clan's techniques?"
He was so cocky when he said it that Lord Guotin's instantly whacked his forehead with his wings and feistily scolded: "Brat, don't ever think about learning it with your current strength. It's still not enough!"
Yichen immediately flinched at it.
He quickly rubbed his forehead and retaliated quite annoyed: "Master! That hurts!"
His milky white color forehead instantly turned rosy and was left shining right there like a ripened peach.
Lord Guotin looked at him and seriously noted: "Since we have already known of your opponent's strength for the youth's tournament, we better gear up with your training. This time, it will be more severe."
