Song Qingshu had already restored his appearance on the way here, so he was not afraid of running into Fu Yaohong and the other Demonic Cult members. Once inside, he spotted Da Xiaowu in the distance, pacing anxiously like ants on a hot pan.
"Who goes there?" The outer guards of the Heavenly Mandate Cult noticed him and emerged one after another, surrounding him.
Before Song Qingshu could answer, a voice rang out in startled delight. "Stand down! He's one of us."
A graceful figure ran over excitedly. She looked pure and holy on the outside, yet stirred an impulse in men to pull her into their arms and lavish affection upon her. Who else could it be but Shan Yuru?
"Are you all right? I searched half of Karakorum City and couldn't find you." Shan Yuru was overjoyed. She and Li Mochou had split up to search for him last night, but neither had found any trace of him.
Li Mochou was rather pleased with herself. She understood this fellow better, after all, and knew he would surely find a way to contact Princess Shaomin. Sure enough, she had run into him. But when she recalled how close she had come to falling into the hands of the Mongol soldiers, lingering fear rose in her heart. Fortunately, that fellow had appeared in time.
With that in mind, more than half the anger she had felt at being deceived had already faded.
Song Qingshu nodded to Shan Yuru. "Thank you for your concern, Cult Master. I'm unharmed. What happened inside?"
"Come with me." As Shan Yuru led him onward, she explained, "Hong Qigong's injuries seem rather troublesome. No matter how we treat him, we can't keep his condition under control. It's getting worse and worse. I'm afraid he may not