But his hopes were soon dashed...
Ye Xuan, looking as if nothing was wrong, raised his head and asked innocently, "Which one is your son?"
"You!"
Wang Xuan flew into a rage, so furious he nearly spat blood. He practically ground out the words, "My son, Wang Fei."
"Oh? Him. I remember now. Right, what did you want with me?"
"You little bastard, don't you get cocky! I'll make you regret ever being born!" Wang Xuan could no longer maintain his composure and started cursing furiously.
"Heh, like father, like son, I see. The son spouts bullshit and runs his mouth, and the old man is just the same. I guess it really is hereditary."
"ARGH!" Wang Xuan was about to go insane. He had never imagined Ye Xuan would dare to be so arrogant right to his face. He was so angry he felt like he was about to have a stroke and a heart attack. "You little bastard," he roared, "if you have the guts, come out and fight me one-on-one!"
