"Brother Hu, I'm not good with words." Yang Gong was silent for a good while before looking at Hu Ma. "I, Yang Gong, don't have many friends, just a few sworn brothers, and none of us knows when we might lose our lives. You are my first friend. I'd only met you once, yet I begged you to save us. It sounds absurd, I know, but you were so righteous, rushing over that very night and using this treasure to save our brothers' lives. I..."
He paused, then suddenly stood up, intending to kneel. "I'll remember this favor..."
"Hey, don't do this!" Hu Ma had been watching Yang Gong rise and quickly stopped him. He used his other hand to hold back Shen Bangzi, who was also about to kneel. "Joking aside, it was only a matter of one incense. What could be more important than a brother's life? If you really consider me a friend, don't say such things in the future."
