They had come to an empty space by a little grove, with not a single cropland in sight. Very few people would come here, hence it was filled with overgrowth.
Indisputably, without giving a heads up, Ye Yang punched Ye Xuan squarely on the jaw.
Stunned by the sudden attack, it took a while before Ye Xuan reacted. He felt the pain as he rubbed his jaw. He protested, "Yang, what was that for?"
He did not expect Ye Yang to get rough and physical. That should be Ye Mo's style of doing things!
He always believed that Ye Yang, whose words were few and far between, was a man of reason, and one with impeccable maturity and resolution.
Ye Yang rolled his eyes coldly. He chose not to speak, and instead he landed several more blows on Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan might have been a man of great stature, but he was a scholar after all and had never done manual labor in his life. There was no way he could compete with Ye Yang.
