"What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you that no one was to disturb me while I was healing?" The voice from the depths of the forbidden ground was still icy, now laced with a violent, impatient irritability. It made Ma Kun's face pale with panic and unease.
"Uncle, something major has happened! If it were an ordinary matter, I, Ma Kun, would never dare defy your orders, no matter how bold I am," Ma Kun stammered.
"Major… Speak. What is it?" The cold, irritated voice was silent for a long moment before it finally, and with great effort, suppressed its agitation.
"It's about my grandson, Ma Tiansheng. He carelessly provoked someone tonight," Ma Kun said.
"Provoked someone? You come to me for such a trivial matter? Ma Kun, do you think I, Ma Shihao, am old and easy to trifle with?" A sharp, cold reprimand shot out from deep within the forbidden ground, dripping with extreme impatience.
