Ninja bowed deeply. "There's no such thing."
"Hahaha! Zhongyi, let's go!"
Watching from the entrance, Shiyu Zhongyi approached. So far, only three at the highest ranks within the Martial Arts Association knew what kind of power this enigmatic test subject possessed. Shiyu Zhongyi apologized with lip movements for his father's rudeness and then spoke at a normal volume, "Do you need my help, Father?"
"Do you know what a perceptive child would do at this moment?"
"I don't know."
"They would come up and support me."
Shiyu Zhongyi nodded earnestly and asked again, "So, do you need it?"
His nominal father rolled his eyes vigorously, seemingly utterly despondent about him.
"Yes, correct, certainly, I do need it, you idiot."
"Understood."
