"Daoist..." Seeing the smile on Xiao Jian's face, Hao Renjie also relaxed inwardly and hurriedly said, "If possible, could this Daoist perform the ritual once more? This lowly one will immediately go report to the master..."
"Don't rush!" Xiao Jian grabbed Hao Renjie and said with a smile, "Steward Hao, naturally, the matter of subduing demons should still be handled by this poor Daoist! Besides, Steward, you saw it just now—the demon inside this embroidered tower is formidable. Even if this poor Daoist performs another spell, I cannot say what effect it will have. If you report it now, and this poor Daoist proves unable to subdue the demon later, would that not make Steward Hao rejoice for nothing?"
"Fine!" Seeing that it was unexpectedly not Xiao Hua taking the blade, Hao Renjie frowned slightly and said, "Then... please be quick, Daoist."
Before Hao Renjie could finish, several exceedingly piercing "Squeak, squeak..." cries came from within the embroidered tower. The instant the sound entered his ears, Xiao Jian shuddered, the smile on his face vanishing in an instant and replaced by pain. At the same time, the osmanthus tree before the embroidered tower shook violently once more!
"Go! What are you all standing there foolishly for? You only know how to watch—hurry and rescue Miss!" Steward Hao looked as though he had endured this for a long while, but he finally could bear it no longer. Unable to bring himself to berate the monks of Little Gold Temple, he could only vent his fury on his own guards.
"Yes... yes..." A burly man behind Steward Hao answered, then pointed with his hand, picked several guards, and shouted, "You lot, quickly!"
"And you!" Steward Hao sprang up from his chair and kicked the man in the leg. "What am I keeping