"Could you be Xu Yi, Mr. Xu?"
The black-robed middle-aged man raised his riding crop and pointed at Xu Yi as he shouted.
"I am Xu." Xu Yi found it strange. He had never met this man before, so how did he know who he was?
The black-robed middle-aged man said, "I came here to find you. There's an urgent matter at home. I've long heard that Mr. Xu is peerless in both prose and calligraphy. My mother insists on asking you to write something for her. Come with me."
Then he pointed at Mr. Jiang and said, "Brother Jiang's books have always sold well at my Dragon Soaring Pavilion, and we've never treated you unfairly. But you should know what ought to be written and what shouldn't. If you carelessly put some hearsay in writing, you could bring ruin down upon yourself."
"Zhang San'er!"
Liu Sheng barked. His beard and hair bristled, and though he was over a hundred years old, his voice still rang with vigor. He cursed, "Even Eldest Brother Zhang isn't as arrogant as you. Even if Mr. Jiang won't write it, can't I find someone else? Are you afraid people will talk about the shameful things Zhang Zhongxing has done all these years? You think you can silence the whole world?"
Green Qi flooded the black-robed middle-aged man's face. His chest heaved violently, and he pointed at Liu Sheng. "Uncle Liu, don't push me too far. If my father hadn't told me otherwise, you, I—"
"What? You want to lay hands on an old man? You wouldn't dare!"
Liu Sheng pointed at the black-robed middle-aged man and cursed, "Even your old mother has to show me respect when she sees me. Who do you think you are? Has Zhang Zhongxing breathed his last yet? If