'How can there be two Young Master Yangs? And this one's aura… this is clearly a powerful Martial Arts Demigod!'
Yan Chixiao stared in utter shock at the man who had suddenly appeared and sent his own brother flying with a single slap.
Because this was, unmistakably, Yang Xiao.
The two looked almost identical, with the only difference being the color of their hair and eyes.
One had black hair and black eyes, while the other had red hair and blue eyes.
But whether it was their aura or their appearance, the two were the same. They were clearly the same person.
'Could it be that this is Young Master Yang's true body? Or maybe a Clone?'
But regardless of which was the true body and which was the Clone, Yan Chixiao knew he was in deep trouble.
He could no longer be bothered with anything else and hurriedly shouted, "Young Master! Young Master! It is my fault for failing to discipline my brother, which caused him to offend you. I beg for your forgiveness, Young Master!"
