Inside the Song family mansion…
Qiao Wangbei had a carving knife in his hand. The knife spun at the tip of his fingers and could create many different patterns. The light shone on the blade, and occasionally, a dazzling cold light shot out.
Yan Wangchuan had lived with the Qiao family for a few years and was very familiar with these carving tools. He knew that he wouldn't hurt him either.
His expression was cold, as indifferent as the cold wind.
There was no fear at all.
Actually, they had not been on good terms since they met.
Logically speaking, Yan Wangchuan had started his apprenticeship late and entered the lineage later, so Qiao Wangbei should have called him senior brother. But his father insisted that Yan Wangchuan had called him master since he was young and that he was two years older than him, so he made Qiao Wangbei call Yan Wangchuan senior brother.
