Yue Yang smiled.
The sight of his sly grin did not bother Chi Mu, the young man in brocade robes, but Young Master Mingzhu shot him a fierce glare, as though he were truly angry.
The angrier others became, the better Yue Yang felt. Not only did he fail to restrain himself, he grinned even more broadly. "Young Master Mingzhu, didn't you come here to treat me to a meal? I'm not just anyone—ordinary people couldn't invite me even if they tried. But seeing how close you are to tears, I'll be merciful and give you a chance to treat me."
"So by your reasoning, I should thank you?" Young Master Mingzhu suddenly had the urge to hit someone.
"If you're so moved that you can't calm down without doing something, introduce your little sister to me!" Yue Yang wore an expression as though he were reluctantly accepting. Chi Mu stared at him as if he had seen a ghost.
"I've discovered that all the shamelessness in the world combined wouldn't compare to one of your fingers." Young Master Mingzhu sighed. He had to admit defeat.
"This is one of my strengths." Yue Yang nodded in acknowledgment, while also implying that he had far too many merits to uncover without spending a long time together.
"I truly don't understand how a rogue like you could develop a Saint-level quill, much less earn such undisguised affection from your teachers. Sometimes I feel even a pig has more promise than you. At least a pig wouldn't climb onto the central exhibition platform just to be mocked." Young Master Mingzhu apparently already knew that Yue Yang was a Rebirth student at Silver Maple City's Proud Wanderers School. He even knew Yue Yang was developing a Saint-level quill.
"Ah, Titan, could you tell us