The little boy seemed to be always online, and he promptly sent a message:
[Little Housekeeper of Painting]: "About that challenge... Does Uncle She plan to accept the challenge?"
[Uncle She]: "Accept."
Of course, he had to accept, he absolutely needed to accept.
With a single word returned, inside a quadrangle dwelling in the capital, a teenage boy was so shocked he nearly fell off his chair.
"Holy shit! Uncle She is actually going to accept the challenge!"
His exclamation echoed to the high heavens, even the old master sunbathing outside heard it.
"What challenge, is Uncle She finally going to accept a challenge?!"
The next instant, the old master hurried indoors with remarkable agility, crowding close to his grandson.
"Let me see, let me see, show me quick!"
"Grandpa, your rheumatism... Isn't it acting up?"
The boy was dumbfounded, witnessing his grandpa's urgency for the first time.
"Never mind me, tell me about the challenge!"
"Oh, Uncle She has accepted it."