"Jiang Ren," Jiang Yu's voice came, "What are you feeling indignant about?"
"Indignant?" Jiang Ren seemed to laugh, then moments later, he slammed the inkstone on Jiang Yu's desk, "What do you have that I would feel indignant about?"
Jiang Yu's eyes remained unchanged, "Then what are you afraid of?"
He turned back to face the similar face, "Jiang Ren, are you so afraid?"
The tension between the two was palpable.
Jiang Ren was the first to act, swinging a fist towards Jiang Yu's face with all his strength, but Jiang Yu only sustained some scratches.
"Brother, have you been secretly cultivating?" Jiang Ren abruptly raised his voice, grabbing Jiang Yu's collar.
"Jiang Ren, is it any concern of yours?" Jiang Yu's expression was quite calm.
"Who allowed you to cultivate?" Jiang Ren's voice changed, "How dare you? How could you even cultivate? Did you practice some evil technique? Do you believe I'll report you to Father?"
