Early morning.
Chen Tang opened his eyes, washed up simply, and prepared to practice his fist technique in the courtyard.
As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw the chubby old man standing in the courtyard, hair disheveled, eyes bloodshot, lost in thought.
"Old man, what's wrong with you? Up all night?"
Chen Tang asked curiously.
The chubby old man seemed not to hear, still immersed in some emotion, looked peculiar, almost enchanted, his expression changing unpredictably, both surprised and delighted.
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
Qingmu walked out, saw the chubby old man's state, and was startled, asking aloud.
Only then did the chubby old man come to his senses, looked at the two of them, gradually recovered clarity, and said solemnly, "Qingmu, the governor of Pingzhou is rebelling!"
"Ah."
