"Rely on me?" After hearing Lin Qian's words, Lin Di couldn't help but chuckle. "Qianer, your old man is still injured, and the ten Soul Martial Artists from the Yun family who have come out this time are not ordinary; it's absolutely impossible to fight one against ten, and even one-on-one, at full strength, I might be able to win."
"Even if I were to win, my injuries would likely not be light. I estimate I could barely handle two of them." Lin Di shook his head and sighed, "These ten people have been in the Transcendence Realm for at least hundreds of years, some even a thousand. Compared to that, your father has been in the Transcendence Realm for far too short a time."
Lin Qian nodded slightly, agreeing with Lin Di, "Father, I understand; after all, not everyone can fight opponents from a higher realm as easily as your son can."
Once Lin Qian said this, Lin Di, somewhat annoyed, smacked his son on the head. "You rascal, are you mocking your old man?"
