Time To Get A Good Pseudonym

They talked and chatted. Under Fang Ping's insistent invitation—they were also rather exhausted— they went to Fang Ping's house together. 

Midway, Fang Ping encountered a few Sun City martial artists, asked for a military coat, and wrapped himself up tightly and securely.

He wore leather gloves on his hands too.

Fang Ping could not do anything with his horrifying look. Whilst going upstairs, he said rather enviously, "Zheng Minghong is really something. He was smacked into a skull-head, yet he can still recover just like that."

"You can also do it when you achieve Rank-8." Wu Kuishan said simply. 

Fang Ping teased, "Instructor Li can't do it."

Old Man Li did not utter a word. He stretched out his hands and stroked Fang Ping's head "gently", pinching Fang Ping's head to the point that it was creaking. 

The others were not surprised. Fang Ping asked for it.

With nothing better to do, he just had to poke fun at Li Changsheng.