"You, you, you~~"
Yun Ge pointed at Yang Zhenshan, too shocked to speak coherently.
"Yun Ge, don't be rude!" White Cloud True Monarch reprimanded.
Yang Zhenshan stood up and smiled, "Daoist Yun Ge, it's been a while, hope you've been well!"
Yun Ge withdrew his finger, his plump face still filled with disbelief.
"Yang, Yang Zhenjun, please have some tea!"
He handed the tea he was holding to Yang Zhenshan, his tongue still in a twist.
"Alright, you may leave for now!"
White Cloud True Monarch waved his hand, dismissing Yun Ge, who walked out of the room, looking back every few steps, and paused to gaze at Yang Zhenshan when he reached the door.
Yang Zhenshan gave him a gentle smile.
White Cloud True Monarch observed this, his heart filled with complex emotions.
The three of them took their seats, Jian Changhe raised his teacup, sipped lightly, then asked, "Senior White Cloud, may I inquire the reason for summoning this junior?"
