(Girls' Literature)
Don't forget—if it weren't for me, you'd still be an old fellow lying half-dead in that valley. Even if Ye Tian had rescued you, who knew how long it would have taken for you to recover your memories on your own?"
As Bai Xiang spoke, his imposing manner overwhelmed the old man.
At the mention of that, the old man's momentum instantly weakened, and he muttered.
"It's not like I begged you to save me. At worst, I'll save you once in the future."
"What? You old fellow want to turn your back on your promises and repay kindness with ingratitude?"
Bai Xiang glared furiously, baring a fierce expression.
The two of them looked nothing like the dignified experts they were supposed to be.
"Who said experts have to be solemn and proper? Those who can do as they please are the ones with the true bearing of masters."
Ye Tian said this deliberately for the few Fuxi Clan members staring dumbfoundedly from the side.
Several of them revealed thoughtful expressions after hearing Ye Tian's words, as though they had taken them to heart.
"You two should stop making fools of yourselves in front of the juniors."
Ye Tian said with a smile.
"Who would bother squabbling over every little thing with him? He's just a junior of the younger generation."
The old man said disdainfully.
Bai Xiang merely rolled his eyes and could not be bothered to respond.
"May I ask this senior's honored name?"
Ye Tian asked. He could not keep calling the other man "old sir" forever.
"My surname is Yang. You may call me master Yang from now on."
The old man said, stroking his beard with the air of a righteous immortal.
"Tch. That might fool them, but everyone used to know your