Since Yang Fan has come, he doesn't intend to leave empty-handed.
The smile on his face remained unchanged, but his voice turned three degrees colder: "In my eyes, there's no difference between you and those in their twenties."
Yan Qiuyang laughed. After traveling extensively and seeking out famous teachers, he returned to Qianmu County ten years later, disregarding even that old fellow Han Shi'an, let alone this unseasoned youth not yet twenty.
Absolutely oblivious to the vastness of the world, thinking that winning the first place in Qianmu County made him truly number one there.
That's merely an exchange among the younger generation; how can this callow youth match the numerous masters of Qianmu County.
"I've heard about your arrogance and recklessness; seeing you today confirms it. Since you're so boastful, why don't you try it then."
"I heard the Yan Family is famous for their swordsmanship; may I borrow a sword?"
