Zhang Shitong rolled his eyes, "My persuasion failed, and in the end, my dad was still the one getting cursed at, saying you're hogging the toilet but not taking a dump, and not even as good as Zhou Pan."
Li Yan chuckled, "That sounds about right."
"Let's not talk about this anymore."
Zhang Shitong shook his head, "This trip to Chang'an is to attend the last gathering of the Divine Fist Association before the New Year."
"This time it's a bit special. My dad said that although you are with the Mystical Sect, due to your dad's background, you are also considered part of the pugilistic world. He wanted you to come and see the world, to avoid getting killed by not recognizing some fierce fighter in the future."
You'd be the one getting killed, for sure!
Li Yan muttered in his heart but was also filled with curiosity, "What's different this time?"
"We'll talk about it on the way." Zhang Shitong waved his hand impatiently.
"Alright."