"Grandson?!"
Ye Huan suddenly spoke out.
Grandson?
Golden Saber, standing behind White Impermanence, was stunned for a moment.
Coming back to his senses, Golden Saber cursed in anger, "Kid, who are you insulting? Believe it or not, I'll slap you to death!"
"Huh? I didn't insult anyone."
"Didn't insult anyone? Didn't you just yell 'grandson'?" Golden Saber said menacingly.
"Can't you be a little cultured?" Ye Huan pointed at White Impermanence, "Isn't this 'Sun Tzu'?"
"Kid, you're looking for trouble!"
Golden Saber, ferocious as ever, rolled up his sleeves, ready to slap Ye Huan.
"You know, it's one thing to be uneducated, but not listening to someone who is is another." Ye Huan said with a smile, "Why don't you ask your master here, ask him if he's 'Sun Tzu'... no, ask him if the scroll of The Analects he's holding was written by 'Sun Tzu'?"
Written by Sun Tzu?
The Analects?
Golden Saber was again stunned, looking quizzically at White Impermanence.
"Smack!"
