Ye Long hesitated for a moment, giving Ling Fan a somewhat uneasy glance, as he was worried about leaving the two together alone in case something unexpected might occur.
The old master, astute from years of experience, noticed their hesitance and spoke irritably, "Both of you scram. Are you afraid this kid will slaughter me? Here in Wolong Garden, masters are as common as clouds. It's not a place where he can run wild!"
Secretary Song sighed, feeling that the old master's words did indeed make sense.
Ye Long thought about it and concluded that Ling Fan was not so reckless!
"Come, join me inside for a game, we haven't sparred in a long time!" Secretary Song immediately pulled Ye Long along.
Ling Fan, watching the two leave side by side, said indifferently, "Old man, just speak directly if you have something to say!"
"You killed someone from the Long Family!" The old man poured another cup of tea and began speaking.
