On the shores of West Lake, there resided a courtyard, with a wooden walkway extending from its back garden, directly to the heart of West Lake.
Mike Hayes, accompanied by an elderly butler, walked along the walkway; upon reaching the end, the two halted.
Gazing upon the lake's serene surface, Mike Hayes took a deep breath, his face filled with reverence and piety, and loudly exclaimed,
"Mike Hayes of the Hayes Family, greets the Grandmaster."
As his words fell, both of them became silent.
For a while, the lake remained undisturbed.
Seeing this, the elderly butler softly suggested, "Brother Hayes, please return. It is not yet time for the Grandmaster to leave his seclusion."
"This..."
Looking troubled, Mike Hayes responded, "Perhaps...let me try again, maybe the Grandmaster didn't hear me?"
The butler's brow creased slightly, saying, "Brother Hayes, I must ask you to leave."
