"Li Changxiao?"
Mang Biao exclaimed in astonishment, "Are you the Canglan Sect's most outstanding genius disciple, hailed as the most talented in a thousand years, Li Changxiao?"
"So, you're my younger brother's senior brother."
"Haha, family, family."
"It's like a flood sweeping through the Dragon King's temple—all a family dispute."
Mang Biao said heartily to Li Changxiao, slapping his disheveled robes, then turned to Yang Ji and chuckled sheepishly, "Hehe, younger brother, I didn't expect him to be your senior brother. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
[Had I known about your background, I wouldn't have dared to detain you even if I had a hundred guts.] Mang Biao was internally lamenting, his head filled with [worry] and [unease], appearing somewhat flustered for a moment.
Yang Ji glanced at him, then turned to look at Li Changxiao, cupping his fists in salute, he said, "So you are the elder, Li Changxiao!"
