Wang Yang woke up late.
He had gone to bed far too late the night before. When he opened his eyes, the sun was already high. Only after asking Little A-Wu did he learn that it was past midmorning. Startled, he hurried out of bed and fumbled into his clothes. "A-Wu, why didn't you wake me!"
Little A-Wu grew flustered too. Hastily setting down the bronze basin, she stood on tiptoe and deftly straightened and fastened his clothing. "Forgive me, Young Master! You went to bed so late yesterday, I thought you could skip your boxing practice today-"
"Oh, it's not boxing! I'm accompanying people on an outing... My belt!"
"Any one will do!"
"Young Master! Your shoes! Your shoes!"
Little A-Wu bustled in every direction, while Wang Yang spun like a top, wiping water from his face as he called, "Xiao Shan! Xiao Shan!"
Chen Qing Shan rushed through the door with her sword, her expression tense. "What happened?"
"Tell Lao Song to get the carriage ready! I need to leave right away!"
"All right!" Chen Qing Shan breathed a sigh of relief and strode out to pass on the message.
She had barely gone a few steps when Wang Yang called, "And send Old Black in!"
Black Han bowed. "Your orders, Young Master?"
"Take my visiting card to the White Tiger Daoist Grounds, find Daoist Ji, and tell him this..."
Wang Yang gave him instructions in a low voice, and Black Han nodded repeatedly.
Wang Yang handed Black Han a slip of paper to give to Daoist Ji:
"Remember, I don't want premixed Cold Food Powder, or the Zhang Zhongjing Formula, or the Ge Hong Formula. I want the extra ingredient in the He Yan Formula, and nothing else. He'll probably try to charge you a high