"It's so late, Eldest Senior Brother, where are you going with your sword?"
Initially confused, Tang Tianyu then remembered what Yang Fan had said earlier, and exclaimed incredulously, "You don't mean to go cause trouble for the temple priest, do you?!"
"...What are you talking about, Junior Brother? That old gentleman has been so kind to us, even arranging a place for us to stay. Even if we don't want to worship Wu Hao, there's certainly no need for any conflict."
Yang Fan laughed helplessly, cleared his throat, and said seriously, "I just feel that it's still early, so I can go out and practice my sword for a while. You two go get some rest first."
As soon as he finished speaking, the young swordsman quietly left the room, leaving the two junior brothers staring at each other.
Someone just said it was late and advised them to rest early.
Now, he's turning around and saying it's early enough to go out and train more, looking eager as if he's sneaking out to have fun.
