My Martial Skills Take Shape

“Heya! I'm Chu Jiuyang!”

“Heya! I'm Chu Jiuyin!”

A little girl of about five took a chubby little boy of about four by the hand. Together, they finished the line: “We represent our dad and will destroy you! Demon, prepare to die!”

Chu Yue's face was covered in black lines, but there was nothing she could do. Chu Taiji, in her arms, was still nursing. At least her eldest son, her martial arts heir, the cool and collected Chu Jiujian, was watching over them. Surely nothing too serious would happen... right?