Azure Cloud Island.
Zhao Yi slowly opened his eyes. More than half a month had passed since his return to Azure Cloud Island, yet recalling that night's fierce battle still left him shaken! Had Guiwu and Wang Qing not risked their lives to hold the Daoist back, he would certainly have escaped, leaving them with a formidable enemy!
With a sigh, Zhao Yi left his room and headed to Wang Qing's. He wondered how Guiwu was doing. Although they had forced some essence blood out of the Daoist that day and fed it to Guiwu to keep him alive, the flying sword had nearly cleaved his entire shell and the body beneath it in two. Wang Qing had watched over Guiwu day and night these past few days, helping him recover. Zhao Yi wondered how things were going!
That night, after Zhao Yi and Li Hai had traveled a hundred or so li from that stretch of sea, they found a deserted island and began tending to their injuries. Wang Qing and Guiwu were the most seriously wounded, and the two of them worked day and night to help them recover. Several days later, once Wang Qing woke and could heal on his own, they finally began tending to their own injuries. They recuperated on the deserted island for half a month, then returned to Azure Cloud Island once they reckoned the disturbance had died down.
Zhao Yi pushed open Wang Qing's door and found him seated in meditation, regulating his breathing. The blood-red scar running across his left cheek pained Zhao Yi. Seeing Zhao Yi staring at the scar as soon as he entered, Wang Qing touched it, then smiled.
"Eldest Senior Brother, with this extra scar, don't I look more like a cold-faced assassin?"
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