"Ninth Sister, what's wrong?"
Dongfang Minghui held the white cloth tightly over her face, all but wrapping up her entire head. Yet Ding Ding insisted on joining in the fun, tugging ceaselessly at the cloth. "Little Ninth, Little Ninth, want to play."
"Stop pulling, stop pulling, Ding Ding." One more tug and she would be done for.
Qian Yiling gave Dongfang Minghui an utterly helpless look and explained, "Little Ninth accidentally hurt her face while picking spirit plants. Ding Ding, stop bothering her."
Qian Wanyu eyed them suspiciously. She could believe anyone else had hurt their face that way, but if it was Ninth Sister, she simply could not. What spirit plant would willingly hurt her?
"It's time to leave," the No Return Mountain Master reminded them, his arms crossed. "You spent a full six hours inside. You should have picked all the spirit plants you need. Now go back and treat her at once!"
"Treat! Treat! Treat!"
Dongfang Minghui clutched her face tightly. To escape Ding Ding's pursuit, she even urged the long-legged Mountain Master, "Hurry and lead the way. Lead the way."
Ding Ding kept chasing after Dongfang Minghui, thinking she was playing hide-and-seek. "Little Ninth, Little Ninth."
Mu Sheng, Lien, and the others fell behind. Lien asked worriedly, "Is the Witch really all right like this? Even the corners of her eyes looked swollen and red."
Mu Sheng covered his face, caught in a dilemma. If he called it serious, Ming Hui herself seemed unconcerned; otherwise, she would have treated it with a potion while they were still inside. But if he called it minor... her entire face had swollen and reddened. After weighing his words, he said, "Don't worry. Ming Hui is a Witch herself. If she says she's fine, she should be fine."
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