Ouyang Yujian coldly looked at Xu Xiangbei, "Kid, my dad is in great health, he just performed a set of punches. Don't talk nonsense. Brother, where did you find this fraud? Daring to criticize our ancestral martial arts—too arrogant. You're not welcome here, please leave."
Seeing Ouyang Yujian issuing an eviction order, Xu Xiangbei helplessly stood up, ready to leave, but was stopped by Ouyang Zhan.
Ouyang Zhan extended his right hand, which trembled like that of a stroke patient, "Dr. Xu, wait a moment, what you said actually makes sense. I'm afraid my hand really is a result of practicing the Dragon Tiger Divine Fist."
Both Ouyang Yujian and his brother were stunned, not expecting their father's hand to tremble so severely.
"Dad, what's going on? How long has this been happening?"
Xu Xiangbei interrupted, "The recent hot weather has led to rising liver heat; it probably started about a month ago, right?"
Ouyang Yujian snapped, "Don't speak out of turn, no one asked you."
