The two of them ate quietly, making occasional small talk. When Yang An asked about the Martial Arts Hall, Yang Jing kept the conversation light.
The vegetables were crisp and the Exotic Beast Meat was nourishing. It was a simple, yet exceptionally pleasant lunch.
Just as Yang Jing was picking up a second piece of Exotic Beast Meat, a sudden, frantic KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK came from the courtyard gate. The heavy, urgent sounds shattered the yard's tranquility.
Yang Jing furrowed his brow slightly and put down his chopsticks.
'Who could it be at this hour?'
'The knocking is so frantic. It must be something urgent.'
Yang An also put down his chopsticks and stood up. "I'll get the door."
"I'll go." Yang Jing held him back by the arm and stood up himself. "Knocking that frantically... something might be wrong."
