"Enough, let's change the subject." Wang Xuan was somewhat curious that Kuai Liang had known who he was the moment he opened his mouth, so he asked directly.
"Nowadays, who among those with status and standing in the world doesn't know? Wang Xuan speaks differently—or rather, his style is completely unlike everyone else's. He's very easy to identify." Kuai Liang struggled to rise from the ground. Never mind whether he lived or died—the backbone of a scion of an aristocratic family could not be discarded.
"I see." Wang Xuan gave a slight nod. "There's nothing I can do about it. Who can blame me for being like the brightest star in the night sky, so dazzling and radiant? Even when hidden among the countless stars, I still can't conceal my brilliance."
As he spoke, Wang Xuan tilted his head upward at a forty-five-degree angle. A folding fan suddenly appeared in his hand, and with a swish, he snapped it open, then waved it lightly with an expression that was three parts melancholy and seven parts helplessness.
Uh... Kuai Liang's body stiffened on the spot. He stared blankly at Wang Xuan as tears uncontrollably welled up in his eyes. Perhaps he had decided to throw caution to the wind. Summoning all his strength, Kuai Liang shouted, "I have never seen anyone so shameless!"
Faced with this fellow who had suddenly stolen his own disciple Xiao Liang's famous line, Wang Xuan was extremely displeased. Raising an eyebrow, he asked bluntly, "Is this how you treat the savior of your entire family?"
"And you still call yourself a gentleman? A renowned scholar?"
"A gentleman should be modest, courteous, and yielding! A gentleman should possess noble character! A renowned scholar should be upright and well-mannered! A renowned scholar should repay kindness!"
"You—you—you're talking nonsense!"