Her voice was low, but it carried through the protective netting, and both Yan Six and Yan Seven heard her.
Yan Seven had tested Lu Fengxuan's martial prowess before and knew that she had a bodyguard skilled in hand-to-hand combat.
Therefore, when he looked at Yu Chiyin, he guessed that his fighting ability must be good and immediately felt a surge to test himself.
"Come up here, let's have a match. You're marrying into our Yan Family, but we brothers haven't acknowledged you yet!"
Yan Seven gestured with his fist: "As men, we speak with our fists. If you're strong, we'll respect you."
Conversely, if he turned out to be weaker, he couldn't blame them for not thinking much of him.
Yu Chiyin had no intention of refusing initially. Hearing Yan Seven's challenging words, he raised an eyebrow and a thin smile crept onto his lips.
A mix of three parts frostiness, three parts pride, and four parts overwhelming presence.
