"How undignified!"
Hong Yuan gazed at the dense forest ahead, his feet planted in the mud. His plain white robes had been sullied yet again, drawing a deep frown from him.
Looking like this, where was my bearing as a refined gentleman?
He wondered whether, as his root bone and comprehension improved, his force might one day become abundant enough to squander at will, even forming a three-foot wall of energy like those in novels.
After that brief sigh of regret, Hong Yuan darted into the dense forest.
Without much searching, he spotted Yang Erhu and Yang Jinbao, each standing with his arms folded and his back against a massive tree.
The brothers looked thoroughly at odds, arguing without pause.
Yang Jinbao in particular wore a face twisted with displeasure. Every word seemed primed with gunpowder, and spittle flew from his fat face as he cursed at Yang Erhu.
He looked ready to roll up his sleeves and start swinging at the slightest provocation.
"Second Brother, that's enough. Keep cursing and I really will hit you."
Yang Erhu knew he had dragged his younger brother into this, but his tongue remained merciless.
"Pah!" Yang Jinbao was not about to indulge him. He spat straight at Yang Erhu, then cursed, "Who are you calling Second Brother? You're the damned Er Gouzi! Call me Master Bao!"
"Damn your granny! You want to fight me? I was sipping fine wine and holding pretty girls in my arms. What a wonderful life I had, and you ruined it all! Now you think you're in the right?"
Yang Erhu wiped the spit off his face and sneered. "I don't know whether I'm in the right. When my fist lands on your face in a moment, you can tell me."
"You think I'm scared of you,