Wu Sunheng had not expected to take a master that very day. In his excitement, all his gloom had been swept away.
The Sword Cultivator accepted Wu Sunheng's bow, but stopped him from kowtowing again, reaching out to support his hands.
"Rise. Tell me about your clash with that demon creature!"
The Sword Cultivator entered Wu Sunheng's room as he spoke. The smell of sandalwood incense and medicine made him frown slightly, while Wu Sunheng answered and hurried after him.
Just then, a servant from the Wang Household approached and called toward the room.
"Mage Wu, are you all right? I heard something."
Wu Sunheng glanced at his master inside the room, then called outside.
"Nothing's wrong-go get some rest-"
"Yes, of course!"
The Wang Household's servants were all afraid of Wu Sunheng, so they stayed away after hearing that.
By the time Wu Sunheng entered the room, the Sword Cultivator had already seated himself at the table. Wu Sunheng hurried closer, feeling as though even his injuries hurt less. Though he should have been lying down, he chose to sit.
"Master, please have some tea!"
Wu Sunheng turned over a teacup and filled it for the Sword Cultivator. The latter nodded, formed a Sword-Finger, and lightly touched Wu Sunheng's chest.
A strand of Dharma power stirred the spiritual energy and entered Wu Sunheng's body, traveling through his limbs and bones and drawing out his own primordial essence to strengthen it. Finally, it gathered at his wounds, bringing a cooling sensation that greatly eased his pain.
"Thank you, Master!"
Gratitude showed on Wu Sunheng's face, but the Sword Cultivator remained expressionless.
"All right. Begin!"
"Yes. Around noon today, after I went to see Young Master Zheng, Zheng Yiming, the Demoness appeared right in the street."
The Sword Cultivator could not