"Blech!"
Ouyang braced himself against a large tree and vomited violently, nearly throwing up yesterday's dinner. His master's wife's teleportation technique was far too crude. The experience was dreadful.
Chang Suzhen was still staring blankly at the little fox in her hands, as though lost in a long stretch of memories.
"Master's wife, blech... could you give me some warning? Your technique's so rough. No wonder the old man doesn't like coming to see you!" Ouyang straightened up and complained to Chang Suzhen.
A sharp rap on the head followed. Ouyang only saw a flash of white before his eyes before Chang Suzhen took the little fox from his arms.
Dressed in white gauze, Chang Suzhen stood atop the cliff with the little fox in her arms, gazing into the distance.
Purple-green clouds drifted across the sky, and a dreary drizzle fell over the wooded mountains.
It was late spring, just before summer. The rain washed away the first trace of rising heat, leaving the mountain woods full of coolness.
A faint layer of true essence kept the rain away. Gazing into the distance, Chang Suzhen let out a long sigh, staring absently at the spots of blood at her feet.
"Master's wife, it's windy here. What did you bring me here for?" Ouyang crouched beside Chang Suzhen, looking at the distant mountains shrouded in misty rain, and spoke with some boredom.
"Your master coughed up this blood. Back then, he was determined to defy heaven. He didn't care at all about the backlash. I never expected this blood to seep into the stone!" Chang Suzhen looked at the bloodstains and spoke without answering his question.
Ouyang looked at the bloodstains on the rock and fell silent for a moment. Then he took an iron shovel out of his Storage