Fang Ke could only clasp his hands in greeting and take his leave.
It wasn't until Fang Ke had closed the door that Yang Ge flipped over a clean teacup, poured himself a cup of tea, and said without lifting his head, "What's the matter? Do I need to go up there and personally invite you to come down?"
"Pop."
A crisp sound rang out as the window was flung open from the inside out, and a figure clad in apricot-yellow tight-fitting clothes, wearing a small silver coronet, and stepping on moon-white satin boots flipped in through the window, "I didn't expect it, but you actually have the surname Yang!"
When Yang Ge saw the visitor, there wasn't the slightest hint of surprise in his eyes.
Just now, he had felt someone on the roof and was about to speak out when he sensed the 'Sun-Eclipsing Sword Qi,' so he didn't point it out.
After all, their discussions weren't exactly matters of state secrets...
