"Aren't you?"
Yang Tiansheng, infuriated, slapped the table and rose to his feet, "Who are you looking down upon? I, the young master, have roamed through the world of martial arts, experienced a myriad of encounters..."
Yang Ge, holding his arms, suddenly said, "Ice and Fire Twin Demons!"
The chatter from Yang Tiansheng immediately diminished, but he still forcefully continued, "If the young master were to collude with an imperial hound like you, how would the martial brothers view the young master, view our Ming Sect..."
Yang Ge continued, "I will get a great sword for myself, furnish you with a precious blade, and together we will grow stronger and recreate splendor!"
Yang Tiansheng, turning his rhetoric around, enthusiastically embraced Yang Ge's shoulders, "Come, let's discuss the details, brother!"
