The Spirit of Ionia guided them.
The invaders who could not kill them would only make them stronger, and make the convictions in their hearts even firmer.
Chen Ce was deeply gratified by this—as an Ionian.
He strode into Shojin's "main hall," bowed to each monk in turn, then came before the warrior monk, Ming.
"I'm truly glad to see you safe and sound, Master."
"That should be my line, Mr. Chen Ce." Ming wanted to return the courtesy, but his paralyzed body truly could not support him in doing anything, so he could only nod slightly to show his feelings. "You are our benefactor. You saved Hirana Monastery."
"This was the result of everyone's efforts. Besides... the disaster began because of me. I'm very sorry."
"This was not your fault. It was the fault of that sorceress—even if you had not been here, I believe she would have come knocking at some other time, trying to seize the Spirit of the Dragon."
"Even so, I still need to apologize to you, and to the entire monastery."
"Very well. I cannot stop your apology, but... that does not prevent me from thanking you, does it?"
As his words fell, both of them saw the "politeness" in each other's eyes and could not help bursting into laughter.
"In any case, it's good that everyone is all right." Chen Ce pressed his palms together, bowed slightly, and paid his respects again. "And now, I would like to ask you about a few things."
"Please speak." Ming also returned the courtesy with a nod.
"Earlier, I asked you to help me look into... the matter of Ahri's people. Have you found any leads?"
"This..." Hearing that it was this question, Ming immediately showed a look of guilt. "I'm very sorry, Mr. Chen Ce...