"Ah... stinky Ah Lang, stop touching my hair!"
The newcomer chuckled nonchalantly and, looking at Chen Yi, said in a familiar tone, "Just call me Ah Lang."
"Chen Er."
Chen Yi abandoned the thought of reaching for his Sumeru Bag at his waist, sized him up for a moment, then glanced at his hands.
Compared to his not-so-tall stature, those hands, white and pure as jade, were notably oversized—at least two sizes too large.
Ah Lang noticed his gaze and raised his hand, "I've practiced some boxing and martial arts over time, and they grew like this."
Chen Yi paused, then said with a blank expression, "It is indeed somewhat uncommon."
A trace of a mischievous smile appeared on Qing Feng's face as she said, "Chen Er, Ah Lang's fist is very powerful. Even a Great Demon King at the Divine Power Realm is no match for him."
"If you encounter an enemy you cannot beat, you can ask for his help, just for a Blood Core from the Divine Travel Realm, you know."
