C972 Ancient Desolate Temple

"Yan, how can you speak to your senior brother like that? You seem to have forgotten how to show respect to your elders. Are you itching for a lesson? Maybe your senior brother should help work out those kinks in your muscles," Wang Zhengzhong said with a glare at Lin Yan, which quickly morphed into a sleazy grin.

"Pfft, you a senior brother? Have some shame, will you?" Lin Yan shot back