"Show me," Nie Huaisang demanded. Then he took a decisive step forward, closed his fan with a sharp sound and, a moment later, he slapped the side of the fan against Wen Chao's cheek with quite a bit of force.

He held it still thereafter, so he could put the tip of it right against Wen Chao's cheek. Looking into his eyes, he allowed himself to smile a little. "You show a lot of strength. Maybe you'd be worthy of truly showing me what you are made of."