"Dad, I'm back..."
Yang Tiansheng strode into his family's study, flopped loosely into the Grand Master's Chair, and slouched against its back. "I'm worn out... A-Fu, brew me a bowl of tea."
Behind the desk, Yang Yinghao, dressed in a round-collared casual robe, put down the brush he had been practicing calligraphy with and picked up his tea bowl. "Why are you back so soon? Didn't you see Erlang?"
"I saw him."
Yang Tiansheng tilted his head back and said listlessly, "But I'd barely stayed two days before the Cult Master urgently summoned me back to face Elder Blackheart of the Five Poisons Cult... Didn't you know?"
Yang Yinghao's expression darkened. He set his tea bowl heavily on the desk and said coldly, "The Cult Master is going further and further!"
Yang Tiansheng curled his lip and scoffed, but did not rub salt into his father's wounds.
Yang Yinghao glanced at him. "Did you get a straight answer? Was Erlang the one who helped you at Bright Summit that day?"
"Who else could it have been?"
Yang Tiansheng laughed heartily. "He wouldn't admit it, but how clever is your son? A few words were all it took to bluff it out of him!"
"So it really was him..."
Yang Yinghao clicked his tongue, countless emotions stirring in his heart.
He and Yang Tiansheng had previously discussed the battle at Bright Summit in private. Both father and son had felt it could have been no one but Yang Erlang, but speculation was one thing and confirmation another.
He and Yang Potian had been close friends since childhood, too. Yang Yinghao believed he had laid his heart bare for Yang Potian.
Yet how could the difference between one friend and another be so vast?
"Oh, right, Dad. Second thinks that if our