Duan Rong was suddenly filled with exasperation and complained, "Master, I know I can't stop you. But can't you change this habit of appearing silently behind people? If this continues, sooner or later I'll get scared sick by you."
Zhu He's face unexpectedly showed a slightly embarrassed expression and he laughed, "I'm here because I have something urgent to discuss with you. You know, desperate times, desperate measures."
Duan Rong sighed, looked at Zhu He, and respectfully said, "May I ask, Master, what is the matter you seek your disciple for?"
Zhu He, seeing Duan Rong's obedient demeanor, was extremely pleased. He sat down on a stone chair, looked at Duan Rong, and said, "Duan, sit down. Let's have a teacher-disciple talk."
Duan Rong stood there, clasped his fists, and bowed, "Disciple dares not!"
"What are you afraid of? When your master tells you to sit, you sit. No need to worry about these outdated formalities."
