"Steward Yin, you're getting on in years; you should take it easy."
"If you die here from overexcitement, it won't be our responsibility," Fatty chuckled tauntingly.
"Get lost!"
"I am still very young! How could I possibly die from overexcitement?"
"Stop cursing me!" Yin Yuanming's face darkened as he glared at Fatty.
"You are still young?"
Fatty was rendered speechless.
Yin Yuanming said, "Don't change the subject. Speak! Where have you been these past few months?"
"Well, that's a long story."
"I'm afraid even ten days and nights wouldn't be enough to tell it all. Are you sure you want us to tell you?" Fatty grinned.
Yin Yuanming and Qin Dieyi exchanged glances, their eyes filled with surprise.
Qin Dieyi asked, "Right, Steward Yin, are we still going to look for Murong Jing?"
"Haha..."
"Is there any need for that anymore?" Yin Yuanming laughed heartily.
"Indeed, there's no need." Qin Dieyi smiled faintly and squatted by the tea table to prepare tea.
