Jiang Zhizhou carried Yang Qing into the water.
For some reason, however, though he was underwater, he could see everything beneath the surface clearly.
Only upon looking closely did he realize that Jiang Zhizhou had already brought him into the narrow passage beneath the stone wall.
"Clearly, this is the escape route you mentioned earlier. I wonder what awaits us beyond this stone wall."
Jiang Zhizhou carried Yang Qing through the little passage toward the other side of the wall.
The sounds of Bu Er fighting the other black-clad men reached them from time to time, leaving Yang Qing somewhat unsettled.
He had not felt this way in a long time.
"Young master!"
As Yang Qing pondered, he suddenly heard Bu Er calling from behind him and could not help turning around.
At the sight of Bu Er's bloodstained outer robe, Yang Qing felt his throat tighten. For a moment, he could not utter a single word.
But seeing Yang Qing's face turn pale in an instant, Bu Er knew what he was thinking and promptly forced a smile.
"Young master, it's just a minor injury. Nothing serious."
He reached out and tugged at his outer robe, only to wince as the movement pulled at the wound beneath it.
Seeing this, Jiang Zhizhou stopped in his tracks. "There's a time and place for playing the hero. Your young master still needs your protection."
Then, without allowing any argument, he took a small medicine bottle from his waist, pulled open Bu Er's outer robe, and sprinkled the powder over his wound.
"We're underwater now, with nothing clean at hand. This will have to do for the moment."
As Jiang Zhizhou spoke, he helped tend to Bu Er's wound.
Meanwhile, Yang Qing examined the passage ahead of them.
There was something unusual