"Master!"
"Everyone outside is talking about it!"
"Our Fufeng City has been handed over to General Li by the Northern Marquis."
"From tomorrow on, the skies of Fufeng City are about to change!"
Sitting by the tea table, scholar Yang Debin takes a gentle sip before continuing, "Master, you must prepare early!"
Upon hearing Yang Debin's words, Hulan, reclining lazily on the Arhat bed, dismisses him with a wave of his hand and a scornful laugh before Debin could finish, "Prepare early?"
"Heh heh!"
"I, the old master, have been in Hulan for decades!"
"I've seen numerous Shangguans, not a hundred, then eighty!"
"Even Chong Houhu couldn't do anything to me. What can this outsider, Li Jing, possibly do?"
"Just watch!"
"If this Li Jing knows the times, I'll let him off easier; if he doesn't, heh heh..."
Hulan continues to chuckle softly, saying nothing specific, yet Yang Debin fully grasps the underlying meaning of his words.
