"What's that? That damned eunuch still hasn't left?"
Yang Ge had just finished practicing the Eighteen Lingshuang Sabres, bare-chested in the courtyard.
As Fang Ke arrived, Yang Ge was hurriedly getting dressed, and a few words from Fang Ke left him perplexed, thinking, 'Does it really take more than two months to make a token appearance?'
Fang Ke was pacing back and forth like an ant on a hot pan, "Sir, a serious problem has arisen..."
Yang Ge softly chided, "What's the rush? The sky isn't falling. Speak properly; what exactly is going on?"
