["Hey, Zhang Xiang. Aren't you tired of having a brother like Zhang Hei? He's too serious and doesn't know how to joke around at all, and he also keeps frowning as if everyone in the world is his enemy," a young man in a light blue robe spoke to another young man in a brown robe sitting next to him, but his eyes were fixed on another man standing not far away from them on the grass field.
The young man standing on the grass field was dressed in black, and he didn't look relaxed as he was holding a kite string that was flying high in the sky. When he heard the statement from the white-haired young man, he only glanced at the man for a moment, but he didn't intend to reply to what the man said.
