C89 An Xin
"Don't spout nonsense," Soong Xixue snapped, shooting Xiao Ming a fierce glare. Jokes were one thing, but some words should never be spoken aloud.
Qi Tiansheng's face was a picture of astonishment, and he seemed at a loss for words.
With a light chuckle, Xiao Ming explained, "I've fought both your son and you. Your bloodlines are strikingly similar, yet the power they carry vibrates differently