Suddenly, a voice cried out in agony, piercing and full of anguish.
Instantly, Old Master Ye trembled all over, his speech coming to an abrupt halt.
The person who had struck, was none other than Dragon Master.
The one who received the slap was Ye Zhitian, standing next to Old Master Ye.
Clutching his face, tears streaming down, Ye Zhitian asked tremblingly, "Dragon... Dragon Master, why did you hit me? What did I do to provoke you? I didn't say a word."
Dragon Master withdrew his hand, casting a chilling glance at Old Master Ye.
Suddenly, he revealed a toothy grin.
"Old Ye, after all, you are in your seventies or eighties, a few years older than me, so I'll spare you this slap, lest I accidentally kill you. But someone must pay the price for such disgraceful words that you uttered."
"Your eldest son here is not bad, so, do you still want to tell me those words?"
