Yang Tiansheng chuckled, shaking his head. "What mule? Wei Xin is our Ming Sect's next carefree Left Envoy..."
The three of them dragged him over to the table and pushed him into a seat.
As soon as he sat down, Yang Tiansheng, who couldn't wait any longer, asked, "Didn't everyone say you went back to your hometown in the southwest to live in seclusion? Why go to Mount Longhu?"
"What's it to you why I go to Mount Longhu?"
Yang Ge replied with an annoyed laugh, "Also, where my hometown is isn't widely known these days, so don't go blabbering about it. It's a small place that can't withstand much disturbance."
Yang Tiansheng, not at all diverted, continued to stare at him intently and asked, "Is there something going on?"
"Not a damn thing. Can't I go to see Zhang to have my fortune told?"
Yang Ge cursed with a laugh and took the initiative to pour himself a bowl of wine. "Enough talk, let's drink..."