Qin Kun felt the all-encompassing Yang energy radiating from Wen Yan, his eyes growing even more intrigued.
"Scorching Sun Fist?"
"Senior Brother Qin, you see right through me."
"Alright, kid, you come down now. Let me give him some pointers. I don't want you running to the Grand Uncle Master, saying I bullied you."
The little zombie clung tightly to Wen Yan, puffing up her cheeks, a clear look that said: "Go ahead and hit me—just give me a reason to complain about you later."
But Wen Yan was itching for a fight; he gently patted the little zombie.
"Good girl, get down for now. Senior Brother Qin is willing to teach me—this is a rare chance. There's still a bit of time before dawn; let's not waste it."
The little zombie let go reluctantly, knowing this was a good thing for Wen Yan.
Wen Yan cupped his fists respectfully.
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother Qin."
"Don't hold back, use any technique you have. Go all out."
