Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the young Daoist. He had seen Qi WuHuo's calm and collected manner, and he had seen him charge forward with fearless resolve, but he had never seen him in such a dazed, despondent state. Still, Zhang Xiaoyu could understand why he felt that way—
There was no doubt about it: the young Daoist before him valued his Teacher more than himself.
Now, under someone else's control, he had actually attacked his Teacher and gravely wounded the old man—
As Zhang Xiaoyu thought of this, he instinctively felt as if his cultivation body were about to burst out laughing. The corners of his mouth even twitched upward, but he quickly realized that this reaction was quite inappropriate and suppressed it. In his heart, though, he recognized that this was an excellent opportunity to grow closer to Qi WuHuo!
When he said those words, Qi WuHuo's eyes shifted slightly. Zhang Xiaoyu saw a calmness in the young Daoist's gaze. Having just recovered from his dazed state, there had been a trace of killing intent and Killing Intent in his eyes, but it soon settled again. He rose and cupped his hands in salute. "Brother Zhang, if you have a way, please speak plainly."
Zhang Xiaoyu said, "There are many things in my family's study, including records of secret texts from ancient times to the present."
"There must be—uh... I mean, perhaps there are methods from ancient times to restrain Taiyi God."
"If you need it, Brother Qi, I can go back and search, then bring the texts to you."
Zhang Xiaoyu thought it over.
He mustered his courage, nervous inside but impassive on the outside, then reached out and patted the young Daoist on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, Brother Qi."
"Your affairs are my affairs."
"You and I