"It's all right now. Get up."
Bai Yujun had Old Daoist Xu stand first. Old Daoist Xu wanted to, but his body was stiff and refused to obey.
The Lynx Cat wanted to help, but after thinking it over, it realized it knew no spells for healing the sick and saving the dying. It turned to look at the tiger. Perhaps the big-headed chubby tiger thought it understood, for it lowered its head and opened its huge mouth.
The old man watched helplessly as the tiger's jaws came down to bite him, and once again sighed inwardly that his life was over.
His vision went black. A thick, fishy stench and scorching breath enveloped him, and his neck tightened.
The tiger simply picked the old Daoist up by the head, then released him. Sure enough, he was standing again. The task had been completed perfectly.
"..."
Having made a trip through the tiger's jaws, Old Daoist Xu touched his neck. The thing he ate with was still there.
Bai Yujun cupped her hands in a Daoist salute.
"Greetings, fellow Daoist. Why are you in such a state?"
The old man before her was battered and bruised, covered head to toe in dirt, with grass leaves tangled in his hair. Especially just now, when Filth Qi had coiled around him and his glabella had turned black—how could a single word like miserable possibly describe it?
Hearing the Little Girl's voice, like a spring breeze brushing his face, the old man's mind cleared somewhat. He understood that he had encountered a True Person.
Legend said immortals could ride cranes and tigers alike. She looked a little young, but she possessed genuine skill.
Thinking that he had actually met a legendary True Person, he forgot in his excitement about the tiger having held