The sense of defeat had also calmed Lin Feiyu down, and he admired Old Hai even more. When it came to something outside his own field of expertise, he really had to listen to the professionals.
"Old Hai, how is Zhao Yi?" Zhao Qian asked worriedly. After all, Zhao Yi was her cousin, and she didn't want the Zhao Family to have another coffin.
Old Hai extended his hand, intending to calculate it, but I stopped him. "Qian, don't worry. Zhao Yi is yelling away over there. He's a coward; at most, the thunder struck near his feet and scared him witless. If he'd actually been struck by lightning, he'd have been dead already. How could he still make a sound?"
"Mm, what Xia says must be right. We'd better hurry up," Lin Feiyu chimed in. He also knew that saving Old Hai's strength was the most important thing right now.
Zhao Qian had nearly made Old Hai's condition worse in her moment of panic. Clever as ice and snow, she understood at once, and guilt filled her heart.
But seeing that our group still had to continue forward, she didn't say anything more.
When we were almost at the mountaintop, Old Hai stopped us. He took out his Eight-Trigram Tortoise, pulled out a paper figure, and formed several hand seals. He had each of us hand over a strand of hair, tied the paper figure and the Eight-Trigram Tortoise together, and then released the tortoise.
The Eight-Trigram Tortoise stretched out its head and looked back at Old Hai with almost humanlike awareness. Then it struggled up another path toward the summit. We were all curious, but Old Hai merely waved at us with reddened eyes, urging us to hurry up.
"Brother Hai! That's your life-sharing tortoise! You raised it