Upon hearing this, Grandmaster Han's vision darkened, and he almost fainted from a surge of anger. After being supported by a servant and catching his breath, he raised his cane to strike his unfilial grandson Han Li on the head.
"You beast, are you trying to get yourself killed by offending Yang Xiao? Do you want to drag all of us down with you? Do we really need to debate whether Yang Xiao is someone to provoke? Over the years, who among those who crossed him has met a good end?"
"You've had smooth sailing all these years because of me. The Patrol Defense Office showed me respect because of my seniority. Do you think they truly fear us?"
"Yang Xiao fought his way to his position with his fists. The Evil Cultivators near Rongcheng cry at the mention of his name and turn themselves in overnight. If you two last ten minutes in a fight without him killing you three times, I'll take your surname myself!"
