"Master, master!"

Near the backdoor of the Yang Family's medicine shop, Zheng Dafeng was laughing and shouting as he hurriedly rushed over to deliver some good news.

Two people arrived in the backyard, with one rushing in front and one trailing behind. In the front, it was as if Zheng Dafeng were being carried by the winds as he exclaimed, "Senior Brother is back! There's great news!"

Old Man Yang looked at the solidly-built man behind Zheng Dafeng, and the man greeted him with a nod.

The man wanted to say something, but he couldn't form the right words to speak them. His mind was filled with questions, but his reserved and inarticulate nature prevented him from asking them. He didn't know where to begin.

In the end, he could only ask in a gloomy voice, "Master, why did you take Ma Kuxuan as a disciple and not that young boy? I don't like that Ma Kuxuan brat."

Old Man Yang shot a glare at him and replied, "So that's why you took matters into your own hand and caught that golden carp? And that's why you tried to sell it to Chen Ping'an?!"

Standing before the old man, the middle-aged man was far more courageous than the shirking Zheng Dafeng. He sat down on the stool that Chen Ping'an had been sitting on just then, and he retorted, "What's wrong with that? I wanted to. Master, aren't you also quite fond of that child?"

If Chen Ping'an were present, he would definitely be astonished by what he saw. This was because the middle-aged man, Li Er, was none other than the person who had been selling the carp on the street that day.

Old Man Yang laughed in anger, scolding, "And what was the result? Did the carp and fish basket end up in Chen Ping'an's hands? Hmm?!"

Li Er remained...