"How audacious! The Gods are to be revered, not your servants. Do you think your trivial matters are worthy enough to contact them?"
"Those aren't trivial matters. It's about the lives of hundreds from Feng Family Manor and the tens of thousands of drought victims in Corridor River."
"Master, please help Second Brother." Yuan Buyu pleaded as well.
"Still these trivial matters. I named you 'Mo Yan,' hoping you'd learn restraint. Restraint is the cornerstone of our storytellers' path."
"Feng Moyan, asking me to beseech Bi Fang for the sake of Corridor River—this is not restraint. Without restraint, how can our incense offerings advance further?"
Master refused.
Yuan Buyu and Mr. Feng knelt and begged. This stalemate lasted two hours until Master's patience was completely worn thin.
Mr. Feng stood up, revealed his folded fan, and said, "Master, please."
"What do you mean?"
