"Brat, stop right there," Elder Yang called out after his initial surprise.
Ye Qingchen halted, puzzled, and turned to look at Elder Yang.
Could it be that this old man feels bad if I don't cause him trouble?
But when Ye Qingchen saw the astonished look in Elder Yang's eyes, he rejected the thought. After all, no matter how you look at it, Elder Yang seems to be the masochistic type.
In a flash, Elder Yang appeared before Ye Qingchen. His eyes shone as he gazed at the mysterious sword on Ye Qingchen's shoulder, and he asked excitedly, "Brat, where did you get this sword?"
Ye Qingchen pursed his lips. This mysterious sword has already made me a sucker once. Now that Elder Yang has brought it up, it's like rubbing salt in a wound I'd rather forget.
