"Call him Uncle!" Ma Teng glared at Ma Chao. "How can you be so disrespectful? No matter what, Han Sui and I are sworn brothers. When have you ever seen me address him as anything other than Elder Brother?"
"This..." Ma Chao ground his teeth in frustration. He was young and hot-blooded, and everything showed plainly on his face. He had no idea how to hide his feelings.
"What do you mean, 'this'? You have no tolerance at all. What's wrong with calling him Uncle?" Ma Teng shot Ma Chao a sidelong glance. He thoroughly disliked his son's reckless personality. He prided himself on being shrewd and calculating, yet somehow he had fathered such a reckless fool who had inherited none of his wisdom.
Among Ma Teng's several sons, Ma Chao was indeed exceptionally brave and martial—so much so that he barely seemed like a member of the Ma family. None of his other sons had displayed such talent at the same age. He was only just over twenty, yet without guidance from any renowned master, he had broken through to the realm of externalized Qi on his own. It was truly frightening.
Even Pang De, the foremost warrior under his command, had only barely broken through to this realm at the age of thirty. And now, despite being older than Ma Chao, Pang De was no longer his match.
Clearly, Ma Teng had little understanding of what it meant to be the neighbor Wang.
Of course, whether or not the neighbor was named Wang, Ma Chao was still Ma Teng's greatest trump card for dominating Western Qiang. The title of Divine Might Heavenly General was enough to make children stop crying at night. Thus, after waving the others away, Ma Teng lowered his voice and explained, "Do you really