"I don't talk to people who can't speak," Yang Zhen glanced at Senior Brother Botai, clearly indicating he had no desire to associate with him.
Senior Brother Botai couldn't take it anymore. With a clang, he drew his long sword, pointed it at Yang Zhen, and roared, "Yang Tieniu, don't push your luck!"
Yang Zhen glared back and stood his ground, hands on hips, retorting, "Come on then, if you dare, bite me. Think you're tough with your lousy sword, huh? Go on then, stab me here!" He pointed at his chest.
Seeing Yang Zhen pointing at his own heart, a strange flash of emotion crossed Qi Yunling's face. She signaled the fellow disciples behind her to stop Senior Brother Botai, pulling Yang Zhen aside she said, "Iron Bull, please don't be angry. Senior Brother Botai has always been like this, but he's a good person. Once you get to know him, you might even become friends."
"I don't want to be his friend!" exclaimed Yang Zhen and Senior Brother Botai in unison.
