The frustration of defeat had sobered Lin Feiyu as well, and he admired Uncle Hai even more. When it came to something outside his own field of expertise, he really had to listen to the expert.
"Uncle Hai, how is Zhao Yi?" Zhao Qian asked worriedly. After all, Zhao Yi was her cousin. She didn't want the Zhao Family to have another coffin.
Uncle Hai reached out, intending to perform a divination, but I stopped him. "Qian, don't worry. Zhao Yi is still yelling his head off, and he's not a brave man. At most, the thunder struck beside his feet and scared him witless. If he'd really been struck, he'd have been dead already. How could he still be making a sound?"
"Mm. What Brother Xia said must be right. We'd better hurry up there." Lin Feiyu chimed in. He knew that saving Uncle Hai's strength was the most important thing now.
Her momentary panic had almost made Uncle Hai's already dire situation worse. Zhao Qian was clever enough to see it immediately, and guilt filled her heart.
However, seeing that we still had to continue forward, she didn't say anything more about it.
When we were nearly at the mountaintop, Uncle Hai stopped us. He brought out his Eight Trigrams Tortoise and a paper effigy, formed several hand seals, and had each of us hand over a strand of hair. He tied the paper effigy and the Eight Trigrams Tortoise together, then set the tortoise free.
The Eight Trigrams Tortoise poked out its head and turned back in a humanlike manner to look at Uncle Hai. Then it struggled up another path toward the mountaintop. We were all rather curious, but Uncle Hai merely waved at us with reddened eyes, urging us to hurry.
"Brother Hai! That's your