"I audaciously asked you to call my master, who do you think you are?" Amidst Lord Yama's demands, a young man yelled in anger.
People from the Medical Family are always held in high regard wherever they go; to suffer such malevolence—one could see the fury in each of their eyes, refusing to have any interaction with Lord Yama's powerful figures, which was indeed detestable.
"My family asked you to make a call, I don't know what that means, but you seem to be looking too high." The old man calmly glanced at Lord Yama, not rejecting outright, but not agreeing to his request either.
"I know your purpose here, and you think that the cards we handle here aren't fit for us?" "The Prayer Beads remained still, still wearing a smile." "If you don't dissuade your master from calling us, to avoid accidental miscommunication. You're afraid of not getting through, and in case of any unreasonable issues, you might be responsible for your old books, think it through."
