There were two kinds of people Yang Youtian hated most in his life: those who did not fawn over him, and those who kept insisting that the truth hurt while telling him not to get angry. Unfortunately, Senior Brother Wang Eryou was the ultimate combination of both.
Seeing Wang Eryou mock his junior brother without knowing his place, Ying Bocai immediately bared his fangs. "Oh, you're so wonderful! So clever, are you? If you're that clever, how did you become the only person in the Dueling Grounds to get crushed by the Great Dao Immortal Light? You spend every day thinking you're so sharp, when you wouldn't even know if someone sold you out behind your back."
Wang Eryou stared wide-eyed and raised a finger, correcting him with a very serious expression. "I can answer that question dialectically. First, attacking and belittling me is useless, because even if you can prove I'm not clever, that still doesn't prove our junior brother isn't an idiot, or a terrible performer...!"
Yang Youtian flew into a rage. "Shut up! You're my senior brother, so I won't argue with you for calling me an idiot. But if you say my acting is terrible, we're not done here. We're settling this today. Let's properly discuss just where the fuck my acting was terrible...!"
These three talents, whose combined merit points barely matched Daoist Chu's, instantly fell into infighting over a single honest remark.
Not far away, with the rewards distributed, Lin Ye took Little Bad King by the arm. "My good brother, you've been running around all day and haven't had dinner yet, have you? Come on, I'll take you to the Fortune-Bearing Tower and have Master's chef make us a fine spread. We can talk over dinner."
Little Bad King put on a false