Coffin-Breaker Technique and Little Tricks

It was only natural for Fan Xian to allow both fighters to go home and lick their wounds, but he had absolutely not expected Fan Ruoruo to be glaring at him. It seemed that his little sister did not like how hard he had fought. He smiled bitterly and shook his head, and watched his little sister pull out a handkerchief to wipe Ye Ling'er's bloody nose.

"Ye Ling'er has such a pretty nose. It's such a shame that it makes her look like a snot-nosed child at the moment."

"Ye Zhong's family is surnamed Ye, and my mother was also surnamed Ye. Perhaps that is why they always disliked each other, and now Ye Ling'er and I also dislike each other. It seems like a family tradition."

In truth, Fan Xian was an unflappable sort of person, but the whole scene had made him feel very awkward. For a while it would have been inconvenient to leave, so he had to think of something trivial to hide his own mood.