"Young man." Xi Yangyu narrowed his eyes, the mud and dust beneath his feet slowly beginning to float. "Is that how you speak to your mentor?"
"Respecting teachers and valuing the Way is a traditional virtue of Yu Country and also a rule of the Academic Palace," Li Ang replied calmly. "Precisely because of this, I must protect my own students, right?"
The two stared at each other coldly. The attendants nearby hurriedly lowered their heads and quietly retreated. They had heard the terms "Master" and "Academic Palace." If they still hadn't guessed the identities of these individuals after that, they truly didn't belong in a tavern where keen observation was essential.
"This matter doesn't concern you." Xi Yangyu's expression was as cold as ice. If glares could injure, Li Ang figured he would be riddled with holes already.
