Facing the crowd treating him like this, Jiang Yifan sat on the sofa, took a deep drag of his cigar, and the faint smoke came out from his nostrils. He gazed at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle and slowly spoke: "Ah, once upon a time, I too was surrounded by people, once upon a time I had many fans too, but now... I've been overshadowed by a young lad."
"Cough." Liu Zixuan cleared his throat: "Uncle Jiang, the new waves will push the old, as they say, always pushing the old waves onto the sand. According to you, when you were in your prime, maybe I wasn't even born yet!"
Jiang Yifan put down his cigar, suddenly looked up: "Liu Zixuan, I want a sword duel with you!"
"Compete in shamelessness?" Liu Zixuan raised his eyebrows: "Finished competing in shamelessness, now starting to compete in worthlessness?"
"Does sword fighting have anything to do with shamelessness?" Jiang Yifan asked with a solemn face.
