Qing Feng and Mingyue were disputing; neither wanted to go knock on the door.
Mingyue said, "Senior Brother, you should go. I really can't afford to lose face over this."
I don't know what Master was thinking, he grumbled inwardly, actually asking us to bring a ginseng fruit for a mere demoted general, even sending a formal invitation, and choosing a date for Master to personally pay a visit.
He shook his head, truly unable to comprehend.
Qing Feng said, "Stop the nonsense. Just do as Master arranged."
"The person is already here; even if we try to avoid it now, it's too late. Hurry up and go. If you don't call the person out, just wait and see how I'll deal with you when we get back."
Mingyue immediately glared, but Qing Feng didn't back down, staring right back, ready to strike.
