"Mr. Wu Tian, you must take a good look at this sword," Xiao Liang said joyfully, hoping Wu Tian would like it.
Upon hearing this, the young man grew displeased and scoffed, "Great-uncle, that sword is no ordinary item. How could some commoner possibly appreciate it?"
His great-uncle hadn't been very welcoming when he'd arrived, yet here he was, treating a stranger of the same age with such kindness. The young man couldn't stand it. He hadn't achieved anything significant himself. In school, he was nothing more than a slacker known only for chasing girls. Yet, didn't influential people treat him as an honored guest simply because they knew of his noble status? How could he possibly be outshone by a peer today?
Xiao Liang's expression darkened. "Xiao Tian," he rebuked coldly, "this is my home, not the clan estate. This is not the place for you to act so insolently."
"Yes," Xiao Tian nodded, though his expression remained defiant.
