"You mean this guy?"
Qin Yu had just made out the face of the man lying on the floor when Ziyan came over and explained:
"Not long after the people from the Pill Tower brought me here, this guy came sneaking around. I thought he was a thief, or maybe an enemy of yours, so I knocked him out."
"He should be fine... right?"
Seeing Qin Yu's face turn as black as a thundercloud, Ziyan grew uneasy. Even her voice dropped.
In the end, Ziyan got the knuckle rap she had been asking for.
"Ow... I was only trying to help."
Inside the room, Qin Yu had seated Elder Yu in a chair. Ziyan stood obediently beside him, clutching her still-aching head and muttering under her breath.
The man had been acting so suspiciously! Who looked for someone by peeking through the gap in their window?
Elder Yu: I was worried my soul perception wasn't strong enough! I just wanted to see for myself whether Master Qin was really out!
"Ow... my head."
After a while, Elder Yu slowly came to.
The moment he opened his eyes, he reached for the back of his head.
"Ouch... Why is there such a huge lump?"
The pain at the back of his head woke Elder Yu up properly, and he spotted Qin Yu and Ziyan in the room.
"You're awake, Elder Yu. How do you feel?"
"Uh... all right, except my head hurts a bit."
Of course it hurt. If Ziyan had hit him any harder, he would be meeting the Demon Puppet Sect's ancestors by now!
Ziyan really was something else. One trip back to Dragon Island, and her cultivation had shot up like a rocket.
Before she left, she had yet to break through to Dou Zong. Now she was