He Feiman heard the noise and her face immediately lit up with a smile as she saw the door swing open. A lively girl around the age of fifteen or sixteen bounced out.
Ling Fan fixed his gaze, noting the girl's delicate features. Upon seeing He Feiman, she rushed over, appearing very excited.
"You little rascal, how's your martial arts training been, haven't been slacking, have you!" He Feiman lightly tapped the girl's head.
"Not at all, Mother supervises me every day. It's just unfortunate that my talents are mediocre; I'm still at Second Grade realm!" the girl said, her face falling as she lowered her head in dismay.
Suddenly, she lifted her head and looked curiously at Ling Fan, "Cousin, this must be your husband, right!"
He Feiman's face flushed with embarrassment and just as she was about to explain, another figure emerged from the doorway, "Xiao Man has already found a match, how time flies, all these years have just blinked by!"
