Hearing that he had been unconscious for more than ten days, Zhang Xiaohua inwardly cried that things were bad. The attack on that rainy night remained vivid in his mind, and he had no idea how Ou Yan and the others were doing. That old man in black had probably been killed by him, but were those who came later truly reinforcements from the Misty Sect? If Ou Yan and the others had escaped danger, they must have been searching for him. More than ten days had passed already—who knew how far they had looked?
He had just wanted to ask the master where this was, but he did not even know where he had fallen into the water, nor how far he had drifted along the river. What use would there be in asking?
So Zhang Xiaohua could only force himself to stay alert. Looking at the master, he said softly, "Thank you, Master, for saving my life."
The master touched his forehead and smiled. "This child is truly sensible. If we are speaking of saving your life, you should first thank this girl. If she had not fished you out, who knows where you would have drifted by now?"
"Fished me out?" Zhang Xiaohua froze, then immediately recalled the fishing rod he had seen in the little girl's hand. Understanding dawned on him at once. He looked gratefully toward her and said softly, "Then I must also thank you, miss, for saving my life."
The little girl smiled faintly. "You're welcome. I merely happened to see you. Master deserves the credit for pulling you out, feeding you medicine, and everything else. I would not dare claim that merit."
Zhang Xiaohua thought for a moment and said, "No matter what, I must thank both Master and you for your