It would be very late that night when the earlier seperated ones were done with their two rounds.
At this point everyone of the stronger Yang clan youths had composed themselves, the first battalion commander Yang Kai wasn't playing and had shown examples.
But Yang Xuanhong noticed that the stronger ones of them were not panicked even from the beginning before Yang Kai even showed any discipline, seemingly taking it in tow.
Yang Xuanhong, Yang Lanruo, Yang Ming, and a couple number of others he didn't really know.
But this made sense to Yang Xuanhong, if they were the stronger ones , it made sense for a number of them to not be fazed by Yang Kai's "demands".
Who could become strong without discipline or paying the price, maybe some could, Yang Xuanhong couldn't say for sure how others went about their practices.
With the passage of time, for Yang Xuanhong if you couldn't change it, experience it.
The meditation mats were fairly large, so Yang Xuanhong laid by the side watching the battles whilst enjoying the "meager" to others food the maids had supplied them.
Interestingly there was wine with it, so to Yang Xuanhong it made the meal more enjoyable.
But it wasn't enough to fill teeth, Yang Xuanhong knew his physical constitution, strength and energy requirements.
Seeing he was done with his, and knowing his elder brother's eating habits Yang Ming pushed his untouched meal table to Yang Xuanhong lightly, and interestingly Yang Lanruo did the same.
Yang Xuanhong smiled at his siblings, touched, and even this Yang Lanruo.
Seeing Yang Xuanhong smile at her act, Yang Lanruo snorted and faced the side, saying in a light voice, " I'm just not hungry "
Yang Xuanhong chuckled in response, and Yang Ming also smiled, " it seemed eldest sister wasn't really"disliking" of elder brother.
This rare show of affection by Yang Lanruo, Yang Xuanhong didn't tease her at all, lest she became cold back.
But shaking his head he smiled at them, " don't worry ".
How could he eat their food, he ate a lot, could eat a lot, needed to eat a lot, but Yang Xuanhong didn't necessarily have to.
Did his stomach control him or did he control his stomach, Yang Xuanhong certainly knew how to abase and abound.
He wouldn't absolutely starve himself but he could endure hunger.
There were always other ways.
He wouldn't absolutely starve himself, unless really really not possible, sourcing for food was a vital skill for someone like Yang Xuanhong who ate a lot and wouldn't starve himself.
If their training lasted longer, who knew when their next meal was, although neither Yang Lanruo or Yang Ming ate much, Yang Xuanhong didn't want to be the one that ate his siblings food.
And there were others, looking around, Yang Xuanhong could see that a few "high" status of their peers, scrunched their faces in disgust.
If one did not know better, if Yang Xuanhong hadn't eaten this meal he would have thought it was faeces.
There was even one certain guy, holding a fan, sitting like a king, the food a distance away from him, looking very disgusted
This kind of attitude, he looked like the real young Master of the Yang clan.
If Yang Xuanhong didn't know any better, Yang Xuanhong would think his guy was Yang Ming, the main Young master of the clan.
Standing from up he laid, Yang Xuanhong approached the guy.
Walking up to the youth, Yang Xuanhong squatted in front of him, smiling,
" What's your name Young Master"
Yang Feng was also part of the strong of the Yang clan main family, precisely his father was the second elder, Yang Feng wasn't spoilt nevertheless Yang Feng didn't like to be inconvenienced and uncomfortable.
As for the food, they served them, what rubbish was that!, Yang Feng liked his food as beautiful as he was, of course it couldn't compare, but at least also pleasing to sight.
Wine was added, but Yang Feng after tasting, almost spat, forcing himself to swallow, the wine was cheap and not exotic, suitable for a young Master like him.
Yang Feng was into fanning himself, when some approached him, casting a shadow.
Yang Feng raised his head, only to see the figure squat in front of him, a smile on his face.
Golden bronze skin, flawless handsome face with strong and delicate features, long black not silky but in long soft locks, and dark pupils.
And Yang Feng knew who it was, the foster son of the clan head, Yang Xuanhong.
Although Yang Feng was poppish dandy, it was only in mannerisms.
In the Yang younger generation he was amongst the strongests and was smart too, so he was knowledgeable and actually knew about Yang Xuanhong.
But still Yang Feng wondered why the other party was in front of him, after all they didn't know each.
Due to the unfamiliarity it took Yang Feng a few moments to react.
How to react was even an issue,
" Clan brother Xuanhong, Yang Feng replied ", still swinging his fan.
Yang Xuanhong actually found it interesting, at night, the cool evening breeze followed and they were in an open ground, so what was the fan for.
Yang Xuanhong just wondered, that was all, maybe the other party had a reason.
Yang Xuanhong smiled at Yang Feng's greeting, responding,
" I see the food is not to brother's liking, if brother doesn't mind I can take it of brother, this food happens to be okay to my taste "
Yang Feng looked at the face in front of him.
" The food happens to be okay to your taste?!, this food, aren't you a Scion of the noble great Yang clan... And you're begging, isn't that undignifying ! "
But Yang Feng didn't say anything, just nodding his head, he wasn't going to eat it anyway.
He had heard from his father that the clan's head foster son had lived in the fourth battalion barracks for years and was also very strong.
Strong, okay, but it seemed that staying in the barracks had made him crude, undignifying.
Yang Xuanhong smiled and cupped his fist towards Yang Feng, carrying the short small meal table about to leave Yang Xuanhong felt it unruly to not inquire the other guy's name, turning back he asked Yang Feng,
" Clan brother, your name? "
Yang Feng replied , " Yang Feng "
Yang Xuanhong smiled in response and said his, " Yang Xuanhong ", and thanking Yang Feng for the meal again, Yang Xuanhong took strides to his meditation mat beside the mat and set it on the ground, before turning and scanning the ground.
In the situation, those in arena were sparring or sitting cross legged, Yang Xuanhong's action didn't go unnoticeable, gazes sweeping at him.
But Yang Xuanhong wasn't flinching under these stares, he would ensure food didn't waste, he fed his belly and he got acquainted with some some of his clan brothers and sisters.
Thinking so Yang Xuanhong took steps to another person.