For the next two days, I stayed at Seventh Master's house to recover.
Just as Daoist Master Yuanxiu had said, I had inherited Li Fuguang's self-healing ability.
By the third day after I was stabbed, I could already get out of bed and walk.
On the fourth day, the wound healed completely, though I still couldn't do any strenuous exercise in case it tore open.
During those two days at Seventh Master's house, I met several elders, all sworn brothers of his from his younger days.
Once people grew old, they had families and lives of their own, and it became very difficult to see their friends from their younger days again.
If not for this occasion, their next reunion might not have come until the day one of them passed away.
Before I knew it, the ninth of the month had arrived.
When I had asked the Patriarch to help me interpret the hexagram in my dream, it had indicated that this was the day my mother would die.
She and her accomplices would all meet their end on this day.
But the hexagram only gave the outcome, not the process.
So I had no idea how they would meet their end.
I was afraid my mother would use An Ning to threaten me again. To be safe, I had An Ning take a day off and come stay at Seventh Master's house.
Meng Yifan had also returned to his hometown today, taking the opportunity to spend some time with his parents.
So my mother no longer had anyone she could use to threaten me.
Then how exactly would they meet their end tonight?
We were all at Seventh Master's place now, including Song Xiaotian. Could it be... they were planning to come wipe us all out in one