"My Lord, please don't look at me, this matter really has nothing to do with me," Qing Mian said with both hands outstretched, innocently explaining.
"Brother Xiaohao, this has nothing to do with my grandfather, it was my own idea. He is my only grandfather, surely you wouldn't want our future child to be born without even seeing their grandfather's face, right?" Ning'er continued to coquettishly say.
"You little rascal! Stop shaking me, or I'll really get dizzy," Zhang Xiaohao laughed.
His gaze turned to Qing Mian.
"Yesterday, I gave you the Yellow Spring Finger and the Lei Yang Cultivation Technique. You should be set for attacks and True Qi. How about this! I will give you another Body Refinement Divine Skill, and as long as you achieve minor success in this technique, martial artists of the same rank, unless they are freakishly strong, will be no match for you in a fight!"
