After Yang Fan and Yang Huiru left, Professor Han walked in, the door closed, and it was just the two of them in the room.
The jovial atmosphere was gone, and the seriousness of their expressions made it seem like something terrible had happened.
"Old Han, what do you think? Does the kid Yang Fan remind you of that unrivaled Demon from the Yanjing Yang Family?" Yang Pingchuan was asking for affirmation as much as inquiring.
Professor Han crossed his arms across his chest, pursed his lips, and cautiously began, "Ever since I first met Yang Fan, I've had this feeling, but I wasn't sure; you are bolder than I am. To be honest, he does resemble him, as if cast from the same mold."
"What's your opinion on the kid Yang Fan then?"
"A tiger does not father a dog; a martial family does not produce cowards. I would even venture to say that one day Yang Fan will surely surpass that Demon father of his."
