"Su Ziyu! What did you just say?" Su Zichen spoke sternly.
Su Ziyu sneered: "I said you're a brute, so what? Is a place as important as the Scripture Storehouse somewhere you deserve to be?"
"I didn't go in, why can't I?"
Su Xin didn't involve himself in the feud between the two youngsters. It was clear Su Ziyu had come explicitly to pick a fight, and judging from the hatred in Su Zichen's eyes, the grudge between them wasn't superficial.
However, Su Xin was curious as to why Su Ziyu, a direct disciple, insisted on making trouble for Su Zichen, a disciple of a side branch.
Su Ziyu scoffed: "If I say you can't go in, then you can't! Who is this person next to you? Another bastard with Su family blood? Such a person should be sent to the miscellaneous room, why bring him to the Scripture Storehouse? Are you plotting something?"
The fact that Su Xin had come to the Su family was not hidden by Su Mingyuan, but it wasn't announced either.