After pondering for a while and making a brief calculation in his mind, Zhang Yu said to Daoist Li, who was waiting there, "Daoist Li, please relay a few words to the other fellow daoists."
Daoist Li knew this concerned what would come next. Solemnly, he said, "Please speak, Court Executor."
Zhang Yu sent several sentences over to him. After listening for a moment, Daoist Li said, "Li has committed them to memory." With that, he bowed to Zhang Yu and turned into a faint breeze, departing.
After he had left, Zhang Yu flicked his sleeve, and a cloud of mist fell to the ground, transforming into a lifelike little leopard cat. It turned its head to glance at him, then ran out of the tent.
The little leopard cat ran into another tent. For some reason, without a single word being exchanged, Yi Hong understood what it meant from its eyes.
Before long, she took Tong Mi's hand and followed the little leopard cat into the tent. Wherever she went, she brought the girl with her. Other than herself, she trusted no one around her, fearing that the girl might be harmed if she ever left her sight. Only by keeping watch over her every step of the way could she rest easy.
After stopping, she raised her head and asked, "Does Daoist Master Zhang have business with us?"
Zhang Yu said, "The matter you requested has been resolved."
Yi Hong froze. "Resolved?"
She could not help frowning. She had not seen any great spirit arrive, nor had she sensed any trace of confrontation or battle here. At that moment, she even suspected that this man might be speaking empty words.
She drew a breath and, using the most courteous phrasing she could, said, "Daoist Master Zhang, it is