Uncle, are you very good at fighting?
Biên tập viên: Henyee Translations
Ling Han smiled slightly, and asked, "Is this enough to prove that your father and I know each other?"
The young girl in red was mischievous and circled around Ling Han one more time, and then asked, "Where are you from, and why are you looking for Father? Is it because you can no longer carry on where you are originally from?"
"If that's what you think." Ling Han was naturally not going to drop down to the level of his grand-disciple. He was still feeling rueful. Whichever angle he looked at it from, his young and handsome self wasn't at all reminiscent of a patriarch (grandmaster).
"Do you dislike talking?" The young girl was unwilling to let him off. "How do you know my Father?"
"Hehe." Ling Han merely smiled, and did not answer. He realized that this girl was a little bit of a pest.
"Come with me." The girl blinked her eyes, and mischief flashed through her gaze.