Inuyasha glanced over and saw Miroku standing before Xu Zhiqiu with a perfectly serious expression.
Miroku had wanted to take Xu Zhiqiu's hand, but she was holding a knife. That did nothing to hamper his performance.
He said gently, "Beautiful lady, my name is Miroku. I fell for you at first sight. Would you bear my child?"
Xu Zhiqiu looked at the young man before her, dressed in blue and black monk's robes and holding a ringed staff, and refused. "No."
"Oh! All right. What a shame." His face fell.
Seeing the lecherous monk peddling his tricks again, Inuyasha rolled his eyes. "Hurry up and follow me."
"Where are you going?" Unable to charm Xu Zhiqiu, Miroku turned toward Inuyasha in annoyance.
"To settle the score with Naraku, of course!" The thought of Naraku filled Inuyasha with fury. This time, Naraku had actually joined forces with Sesshomaru and left him badly injured. He would have his revenge.
"Oh? Do you know where Naraku is?" Miroku countered.
Inuyasha was speechless. He really did not know Naraku's exact whereabouts.
Miroku walked over to him. "Since you don't, let's learn more about him first."
Xu Zhiqiu sat beside the well, hugging a tree bigger than she was and trying hard to pull it out, but it would not budge. Meanwhile, their conversation reached her ears, and she learned a few things.
The Wind Tunnel in Miroku's hand had been passed down after his grandfather tried to capture Naraku, only to fall into his trap instead. Fifty years ago, Naraku had disguised himself as Kikyo and provoked Inuyasha, leading to Kikyo sealing Inuyasha away and dying with the Shikon Jewel.
As she listened to their account, Xu Zhiqiu tried to recall the original plot along with what they were saying, but all that filled