"My lord, can Shen Yuan make it?"
Chen Ying, who was far away in Nan Ming, was clearly concerned. Having spent over a decade at the Capital City Yin Yang Academy, she still felt some reverence for those old monsters.
"Child?" Chen Qing looked at her with an odd expression on his face. Have you grown so accustomed to being the headmaster that you see everyone as juniors, or what? If I remember correctly, isn't Shen Yuan actually older than you?
Chen Ying's face turned red at Chen Qing's peculiar look: "My lord, can you please be serious?"
"I haven't said anything, how am I not being serious?" Chen Qing rolled her eyes, but didn't continue to tease her, and spoke softly, "If the execution sequence is correct, there shouldn't be much of a problem, of course, it also greatly depends on the timing of action, as well as whether the opponent is careless or not."
