Yan Elder's loud voice pierced through the sky above the entire training ground, clearly heard by Yan Xiaoliu and Yan Xiaoqi inside.
Both exchanged glances; Yan Xiaoliu strode towards this side, and seeing him approach, Yan Xiaoqi quickly followed.
"Hey, Yan Xiaoliu, you haven't called me brother yet. Losing but not accepting it, how can your skin be as thick as old bark?"
Yan Xiaoliu stopped and retorted, "Being older by a mere fifteen days still makes me older, so you'll be calling me brother for life."
"If you want to be the brother, try harder in your next life and be born before me."
Unable to hold back, Yan Xiaoqi kicked Yan Xiaoliu's butt fiercely.
Seeing Yan Xiaoliu stagger forward harshly from the kick, he burst into laughter, finally feeling relieved from the frustration swelled in his chest.
"You brat!" Yan Xiaoliu gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, ready to spar with Yan Xiaoqi again.
