"Understood."
Wen Ping replied casually.
Huan Cheng felt relieved when Wen Ping nodded in agreement. Then, with a concerned expression on his face, he asked, "By the way, how is that kid, Huan Shan?"
Wen Ping replied, "Do you want me to call him over?"
Huan Cheng quickly shook his head, "No, no. It's his mother who wants to know. I don't have time to worry about his cultivation."
Seeing this, Wen Ping smiled wryly but understood Huan Cheng. It was normal for Huan Cheng to want to make fatherly love seem stricter. So he replied, "Uncle Huan, I can't say for certain about others, there are too many Sect disciples, and I don't have the time to assess their power one by one. But I dare say, you definitely aren't a match for Huan Shan right now."
"Really?" A look of doubt appeared on Huan Cheng's face.
Wen Ping replied, "If you don't believe me, when he comes home next time, you can spar with him."
