Poor Yin Shaoyuan

Yin Shaoyuan hung up on the phone before looking over at Yao Jiamu eagerly. "Wanna fight?"

"I'd rather fight with Xixi." Yao Jiamu huffed and replied.

Yin Shaoyuan: "…" He knew that Yao Jiamu made the comparison on purpose, but he couldn't say anything in retort.

The two of them were on the same ancient martial arts stage, but to Yao Jiamu, beating him was as easy as beating a dog, so Yin Shaoyuan was both miffed and intrigued by that implication.

It wouldn't have been weird for, say, Tang Qinghong to be able to beat him up with one hand tied behind his back because he had stayed in the trial tower for so many years, but Yao Jiamu had only started learning ancient martial arts! How could such a person beat him so easily?

Yin Shaoyuan was filled with curiosity, at first.

Then, not a day later, he realized why that was the case.