Two Weights

"Sister Wu He, have you fully recovered?"

To his surprise, Hu Ma was delighted to see the woman who had come down from the mountain.

It was none other than Wu He, daughter of Old Shopkeeper Wu Hong, whom he had met when he first came out of Old Yin Mountain and went to the Red Lantern Goddess Society to learn the craft.

She had been harmed by the Altar Cult's body-snatching arts and could only stay alive by wearing Dog Skin. Later, with guidance from Miss White Wine, she and her father had gone to seek treatment from the Divine Hand Zhao Family. Years had passed since they left, and he had heard nothing from them.

Over the years, Hu Ma had thought of her more than once. But the rivers and lakes were vast, and news was hard to come by. Only now had he unexpectedly run into her in these mountains.

He was truly happy for her. He still remembered how, after she had been harmed by those body-snatching arts, a foul stench had clung to her and refused to go away. Now it was entirely gone, replaced by only the faint, sweet fragrance of a young woman. Clearly, she had been cured.

"I really must thank you, Big Brother Hu."

At his words, tears welled in Wu He's eyes. She bowed to him again and choked out, "Back then, you showed us the way. Father took me to seek help from the Divine Hand Zhao Family."

"But we had little skill and even less experience. We asked around for a long time before hearing of the Divine Hand Zhao Family from a theater troupe."

"But the Zhao Family was as elusive as a dragon, appearing only to vanish again. Even though we knew of them, we