Celebration

"Brother Jiang." Huai Yi sat up and asked thoughtfully, "Do you remember the monk we saw when we got on the bus? The prayer wheel he was holding looked a lot like the one the Saintess had."

Fatty chimed in, "Yeah, they were just different sizes. The gems set into them were pretty much the same."

"And there was the task the monk gave us." Huai Yi seemed a little uneasy. He hunched his shoulders and said, "He said one of his disciples had lost her way and needed our help."

Jiang Cheng nodded and glanced at them casually. "Didn't you see her?"

"The Saintess?"

"Mm." Leaning back against the sofa, Jiang Cheng said calmly, "The Saintess was the master's disciple. We helped her seal the Starving Ghost again, so I'd say we completed the task the master gave us."

Huai Yi had already guessed that the Saintess was the master's disciple, so he wasn't all that surprised. He let out a regretful sigh. "What a pity. She was such a beautiful woman, and in the end, she turned into that."

The memory of the first time he'd seen the Saintess's head made Fatty's back prickle with cold. Her head had been twisted and stretched into a grotesque shape. It was clear she'd suffered unimaginable torment before she was completely corrupted.

The Saintess had been a disciple in life, just like them. At the thought that one day they might die as miserably as she had, Huai Yi's heart sank.

Suddenly, a hand patted his shoulder. Huai Yi turned his head. Jiang Cheng nodded toward him. "Go get us a few bottles of alcohol. We're celebrating."

"Celebrating..." Huai Yi really couldn't see what there was to celebrate. They were only safe for the moment, and that bus was still waiting