Because he was coveting Gu Zhiqing, under the effect of jealousy, Yang Liang was already finding Chen Yang really an eyesore.
Now, because of the Jishan Academy matter, he'd clashed hard with Chen Yang, so of course his heart was blazing with anger.
At this moment he was butting heads with Chen Yang, putting on a lofty, even utterly arrogant posture.
Yet that still wasn't the end of it.
Clang!
Maybe it was to show off his own momentum.
Yang Liang's right hand stretched out, five fingers grabbing the sword lying horizontally at the corner of the table; with a hard yank, a dazzling flash burst forth, but the next second it slid swiftly back into the scabbard.
Chen Yang topped off Gu Zhiqing's tea, glanced at Yang Liang lightly. Even at that instant when sword light flared, his expression didn't change; only that skin-deep smile that didn't reach his eyes made people inwardly start.
Even Yang Qian was slightly taken aback.
