"Ah, that's it. I'm an old acquaintance with An Tian. We were taught by the same teacher," An Ping laughed. "We also joined the Dark Warrior Guild together. Back then, I was envious and even jealous of your father's talent!"
"I always wanted to catch up to him, but I could never do so, always being left far behind. Even though I was somewhat unwilling at that time, I had to admit that your father was truly far more formidable than me, even among the Guild."
An Ping reached out and patted An Jiao's shoulder, then laughed loudly, "Who'd have thought back then, not only was An Tian powerful, he also had his way with raising a son! It's been years, and the little Jiao who didn't like to talk to people has turned into such a strong young man, leaving us old guys far behind!"
"Uncle An Ping, you're flattering me. I'm not that strong..." An Jiao laughed.
Then An Ping continued, "Xiao Jiao, don't mind if I ask you something..."
