With his hands clasped behind his back, Tan Chang saw Jiang Tengyun, the eldest young master of the Jiang Family, rapidly approaching with his men from a distance.
He couldn't help but glance at Xu Lai, who was squatting by the roadside with a foxtail grass stem dangling from his mouth, and frowned. "The enemy is here!"
"Oh."
"You're a Seventh Grade Martial Ancestor, for goodness' sake. Straighten your back. Don't bring shame upon Martial Artists or the one you serve."
Tan Chang snorted coldly. "And don't let the Jiang Family look down on us. We can't lose our imposing air before the battle even starts!"
Xu Lai was stunned.
Young Tan is getting a big head lately. He even dares to lecture me. Who gave him the courage...?
But Tan Chang was right; he couldn't embarrass his wife, Ruan Tang. He stood up, his expression gradually growing indifferent.
