"What? That damned eunuch still hasn't left?"
Yang Ge had just finished practicing the Eighteen Routes Frost-Defying Saber bare-chested in the courtyard.
When Fang Ke arrived, he was fumbling to get dressed. A few words from Fang Ke left him stunned. Does going through the motions take more than two months?
Fang Ke paced back and forth like an ant on a hot pan. "Sir, we've got a huge problem..."
Yang Ge rebuked him quietly. "What's the rush? The sky isn't going to fall. Take your time and tell me exactly what happened!"
Fang Ke scratched his head hard and tried to keep his answer concise. "Word has spread that an imperial commissioner has come to our Road Pavilion to investigate the Three Great Grain Houses for hoarding grain and driving up prices. Countless public-spirited, righteous people from the martial world across the provinces and circuits are calling on their friends and flocking to Luting County. The vanguard will arrive any moment, at least eighty to a hundred of them. According to our reports, another five or six hundred are coming behind them..."
Yang Ge scratched his head too. "What does an imperial commissioner's investigation have to do with those martial-world people?"
Fang Ke stared at Yang Ge. "Don't you have any idea yourself?"
Yang Ge froze, then realization dawned. "Zhang Mazi?"
Expressionless, Fang Ke cupped his hands. "I haven't yet had the chance to congratulate you, sir. Without ever leaving Road Pavilion, you've already won a formidable reputation in the martial world. These days, everyone knows the great name of Zhang Mazi, 'Timely Rain.' You're the hottest name around!"
"What? What did you say? Timely Rain?"
Yang Ge's eyes suddenly widened... The one with the fine ass was me all along?
He immediately snapped in anger, "Who the fuck