Long accustomed to being in damningly embarrassing situations that would leave a weaker man burying his head in the sand for eternity, Yang Qing deftly executed his time-tested skills in handling such environments by pretending he saw nothing. Recognized nothing. All that existed within his senses was him making his request and hopefully getting a yes. As for the rest, he saw nothing and heard nothing.
Ears reddened in shame, Yang Qing cleared his throat before furtively making his request. "I was hoping to get your approval to see one of the Saint Grade seniors I received during my promotion," said Yang Qing, employing the softest, most pleading tone and expression he could muster.
"Who?" Long Enlai asked.
"Senior Veiled Destiny," Yang Qing answered, his eyes showing the desperate need for the Saint Grade's help... and now the Judicial Committee's.
"Why?" Jia Bohai asked, having shed his earlier playfulness.
