"Yaya, keep an eye on these people. I'm going to check on Fu Hua."
Thinking the cat demon likely had some other reason and was not the sort of evil demon who maliciously harmed people... Dongfang Huaizhu worried that Fu Hua would kill him outright. She rose to her feet, gave Tushan Yaya a quick instruction, and headed after Fu Hua.
"Huh? Why?"
"I'm the only one staying behind? No way, I'm going too."
Hearing that she was being told to watch these humans alone, Tushan Yaya was unhappy. Why should she? She glanced at the people lying on the ground. They did not look like good people anyway, and she had no interest in caring what happened to them.
So she ignored Dongfang Huaizhu entirely and followed after her.
Elsewhere, while Sentience Fu Hua and Dongfang Huaizhu were not paying attention, the young cat demon clutched his wound and got up to flee. He could not die here. Someone was waiting for him, someone still needed his care.
Sentience Fu Hua's kick had indeed nearly killed him, but his desperate will to survive, coupled with the cat demon race's unique power, had kept him alive.
Though he was filled with hatred for human Daoist priests, especially those of the Qi Dao Alliance, it was a Qi Dao Alliance priest who had severed the arm that would never grow back.
But he understood that these two... were not opponents he could handle. There were people he cared about. He could not die! So he had to escape.
Carefully concealing his aura, the young cat demon made his way to a thatched cottage at the edge of the village. Enduring the pain, he pushed open the door.
Apparently hearing the door open, an old woman lying on the bed turned