Yang Ge: "Behold my unmatched mystic powers, refining essence to cultivate qi..."
Shen Fa: "No, does my seat have nails on it? Why do you just refuse to sit on it no matter what?"
Yang Ge: "I don't want to be in charge, I don't want to use my brain, I don't want to be ordered around by you guys, running all over the place. I want to be able to go home every day, I want to slack off and wait for death... Can your seat do that?"
Shen Fa: "It can't..."
Yang Ge: "Oh, it just came to me that Yang Tiansheng had invited me to join him on adventures, I wonder if they still need someone to guard their home..."
Shen Fa: "It's not that it's non-negotiable!"
Yang Ge, lifting his cup of wine, drank it down in one gulp: "You said it, a true man stands by his word, no going back on it!"
Regretful, Shen Fa lightly slapped himself on the face: "The problem is with your fast mouth!"
