"You want to chase me away without even accepting my visiting card, isn't that disrespectful?"
He retorted.
"Visiting card? What's that?"
Despite the door between them, Liu Zheng could almost see a pair of clear but oblivious eyes.
"...This is it. If you can't understand it, show it to Master Ma. He'll surely understand."
He slipped an A4 paper through the crack in the door.
"And this bottle of Copper Mark Wine from Du Kang Wine Workshop, it's a present from a junior to a senior. It was hard for me to get."
"I came here with sincerity, but didn't expect to be treated like this. If word gets out, I wonder how the martial arts community in Metropolis will view the Hunyuan Xingyi Tai Chi Sect, and how they will view Master Ma Fuguo."
Liu Zheng placed the Copper Mark on the ground and said indignantly.
"I haven't really mistreated you. My master is genuinely ill. The junior sister said the dojo is closed to visitors until he's better. There's nothing I can do."
