Another Fang Xing?

Fang Xing had announced his name, yet everyone started laughing all of a sudden. Annoyed and frustrated, Fang Xing loudly suggested they take things more seriously yet they didn't even consider it, causing his agitation to grow even further. Forced to act like an entry-level bandit again, he walked over and whacked them into the ground before stepping up to the embroidered-robe young master and demanding he say exactly what was going on.

"Sir…. Esteemed Sir, with battle prowess like yours, there's no need for you to pretend to be that little monster Fang Xing, right?" The young master's face was bruised so badly he couldn't even cry. He thought he'd met an easily manageable fake, yet who would have thought even a counterfeit would be so vicious…?