The feeling of defeat had calmed Lin Feiyu down as well, and he admired Elder Hai even more. When it came to something outside his own field of expertise, he really had to listen to the expert.
"Elder Hai, how is Zhao Yi?" Zhao Qian asked worriedly. After all, Zhao Yi was also her cousin. She did not want the Zhao Family to gain another coffin.
Elder Hai reached out, intending to perform a divination, but I stopped him and said, "Qian, don't worry. Zhao Yi is shouting his head off, and he's not a very brave man. At worst, the lightning struck right beside his feet and scared him witless. If it had really struck him, he'd have been long dead. How could he still be making a sound?"
"Brother Xia must be right. Let's hurry up there," Lin Feiyu chimed in. He knew that saving Elder Hai's strength was the most important thing right now.
Her momentary panic had nearly made Elder Hai's situation even worse. Zhao Qian was clever as ice and snow, and she understood at once, her heart filled with guilt.
However, seeing that our group still had to continue forward, she did not say anything more.
When we were almost at the mountaintop, Elder Hai stopped us. He brought out his Eight-Trigram Tortoise, took out a paper effigy, and formed several hand seals. He had each of us give him a strand of hair, then tied the paper effigy and the Eight-Trigram Tortoise together before releasing the tortoise.
The Eight-Trigram Tortoise stuck out its head and looked back at Elder Hai with an almost human expression. Then it struggled up another path toward the mountaintop. We were all rather curious, but Elder Hai merely waved at us with reddened eyes, urging us to hurry