The sudden burst of outrageousness threw everyone off balance.
On the little sampan, the young gentleman in white held his flute, unsure whether to play it or not.
After hesitating for several breaths, he finally spun the flute with an elegant flourish and laughed aloud. "Lord Yang, you truly are a delightful fellow!"
Yang Ge smiled back. "Not at all. Compared to your brilliant idea of stopping a chariot with a mantis's arms and staging a collision scam on the water, I still fall a little short."
The young gentleman in white instinctively looked up at the towering ten-thousand-dan ship slowly approaching, then down at the little sampan beneath his feet.
Why did he suddenly feel as though his composure were crumbling?
Fang Ke hurried over after hearing the news, carrying the Gold-Inlaid Ox-Tail Saber. He approached Yang Ge from behind and whispered, "Sir, be careful. These visitors mean trouble!"
Yang Ge took the Ox-Tail Saber and replied casually, "We're the visitors."
Fang Ke froze, then quietly retreated.
The scene reached a stalemate.
Until the Embroidered Uniform Guard's fleet drew closer and closer, leaving less than seven zhang between them.
Only then did one of the burly, black-clad rowers on the sampan stand and salute with cupped fists, neither servile nor overbearing. "Greetings, my lords. Our young master of Chain Wharf, Li Jincheng, heard that you were traveling south along the river and came especially to offer our hospitality. Please stop your ships so we may speak!"
Yang Ge finally raised his right hand.
Following his gesture, the eight ten-thousand-dan ships slowly halted their advance.
"Look how straightforwardly he handled that!"
Yang Ge pointed at the burly man who had spoken and smiled at the young gentleman in white named Li Jincheng. "One sentence, courteous and measured, with solid ground