"Yang Gong?"
The guards here were all Red Fragrance Disciples, usually proud and difficult to command. When someone approached unexpectedly, they were naturally subject to questioning.
But upon hearing Hu Ma call out to the Three Fragrances Disciple, especially Yang Gong who had just made a name for himself, they didn't dare to be negligent. They hurriedly ordered Hu Ma to wait there, assuring him that someone would perform incense-burning to summon the ghost in the guise of a green-clothed pageboy to fetch Yang Gong.
Hu Ma just sat in the donkey cart, looking pale and on the verge of fainting, much like a fragile Daiyu.
After waiting for no more than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, he suddenly heard footsteps in the distance, followed by an urgent shout:
"Who is looking for me?"
"Could it be my brother Hu Ma has arrived?"
