บท 422: Chapter 208: Putting on Airs and Slapping Faces_2

Having said that, he tilted his head back and drained his drink in one gulp.

Yang Yinghao held the teacup in his hand but did not bring it to his lips for a long time.

Suddenly, he felt that he no longer understood this rascal that he had raised from one foot tall to seven feet, remembering only that not long ago, the rascal's mind was filled with creating disturbances...

Then he suddenly realized that in the past two years, he had been busy with sect affairs, and the rascal had been causing trouble left and right along with Yang Erlang; the two of them hadn't had a proper sit-down over tea and heartfelt discussions like today for a very long time.

He was puzzled but had no words to respond.

He was loyal to the Ming Sect, loyal to the Sect Hierarch... or rather, the Yang Family had been loyal to the Ming Sect, loyal to the Hierarch, generation after generation.

Even he felt that the words this rascal had just said... indeed made sense!