"Master Yang, please take a seat. I've been wanting to visit you these past few days, but I couldn't find you anywhere, and I'm truly sorry for that."
In the Government Office hall, Chen Qing personally poured tea for the elder with all due respect. Assured that the opening ceremony of the academy was set for tomorrow, Chen Qing naturally wouldn't let this mysteriously appeared old fellow leave.
Old Master Yang, as always, looked at Chen Qing with a gaze filled with gratification yet maintaining the distance between common folk and officials. He stood up and took the tea with both hands in a most sincere manner, with an expert sense of propriety, very much like an old man whose worldly wisdom was at its peak.
The only thing missing was that playful look in the eyes of Mister Hua Pi and the Paper Folding Master that seemed to toy with the ways of the world.