"Brother Yang, are you really okay?" A young man wearing coarse linen clothes asked as he glanced at Yang Zenke with a worried look on his slightly handsome face. This youth's name was Han Sen.
Yang Zenke furrowed his eyebrows as he glanced at Han Sen in confusion. "Who are you?" His tone was bland and unfriendly which slightly surprised Hansen, but he merely smiled widely at Yang Zenke's unapproachable attitude.
"Brother Yang, you can call me Han Sen. I truly admire your courage! You even dared to talk back to our master. Hahaha!" Han Sen gave him a thumbs up as he chuckled.
Yang Zenke was not used to talking with someone else so he felt slightly uncomfortable. He wanted to move away from Han Sen, but his legs ached so much that he couldn't help but produce a muffled groan, making him grab his legs with both his hands.
Argh!