"I'm just a ghost who should not see the light of day; even if Lord Yang were to kill me, what good would it do?"
The elder in hemp robes watched as Yang Ge approached, dragging his saber, yet there was not a trace of fear in his dim, aging eyes.
Upon hearing this, Yang Ge laughed, "What's the fun in being a fake ghost, if you're going to be one, you might as well be a real ghost!"
The elder in hemp robes: "Whether I live or die matters little, but Lord Yang, a young and talented man with a promising future, why must you wallow in this mire? You should always leave room for maneuver so we could meet again in the future!"
The smile on Yang Ge's face suddenly turned ferocious, "All these smooth sayings, are you preparing for a test?"
He raised his saber and slashed at the hemp-robed elder, the saber energy hiding behind the blade, subtle yet present.
The elder in hemp robes sidestepped the blade, his bronze staff probing toward Yang Ge's throat like a snake's tongue.
