"For real, you think you can still beat Sword Venerable Fudao?"
Zhen Qin chuckled, teasingly responding to Gu An's claim.
Gu An raised his right fist and declared, "My punch carries the power of tens of thousands of years. Could Sword Venerable Fudao withstand it?"
"Ptui, ptui, ptui! Don't talk nonsense, be careful lest the old master hears you!" Zhen Qin suddenly became anxious. After saying that, she stood up, bowed towards the window with her hands pressed together, apologizing on behalf of Gu An.
Gu An watched with a desire to laugh but did not stop her, simply observing Zhen Qin's performance with amusement.
Ye Lan, on the other hand, was not afraid. She had always felt that there was a connection between Gu An and Sword Venerable Fudao. Gu An's words implied that his relationship with Sword Venerable Fudao was extremely good, so good that he could even joke with his superior. This made her quite happy.
