His Master looked at him, but didn't say much in the end. He just nodded and said, "It's fine. This strange power seems to have a healing effect. Though a bit violent, its results are good. He'll be fine."
"You little rascal! Are you trying to worry me to death?!"
Tears streamed down the Master's wife's face as she patted Zhou Xing's hand, half-scolding, half-crying.
...Zhou Xing was a disciple raised like a son, and the Master's wife had practically raised him as her own since childhood. How could she not be heartbroken seeing him in this state?
Zhou Xing hung his head and mumbled, "I'm sorry, Master's wife..."
The Master's wife just cried, unable to say anything else.
"That's enough. He's not dead, so what are you crying for? We can't linger here. Let's get moving."
The Master's low rebuke silenced his wife. Only then did he turn to look at Qin Fang.
Qin Fang nodded, then led the way, winding along the mountain path.
They hadn't gotten far...
