"Heh heh."
Idle-Fishing Boy seemed delighted that he had recognized him. He drew his head back and squatted on a stone nearby.
With Xiao He's support, Song Yan barely managed to sit up.
This cave must have been chosen at random; there was nothing in it.
A stone table stood in a corner, with a kitten mask on it-the one Idle-Fishing Boy usually wore.
"Yanyan, we really owe Kitten Boy this time!"
Hearing this praise, Idle-Fishing Boy laughed bashfully.
He wrung his little hands in front of him, swaying gently.
Song Yan looked at him and said solemnly, "Thank you for saving my life this time, Fellow Daoist."
Such solemn thanks only made Idle-Fishing Boy more embarrassed, and he waved his hands repeatedly.
"Oh, no, no! True Person Ciyu, you've saved me so many times."
"I promised I would repay you."
Then, as though he felt he had not done well enough this time, he scratched the back of his head and added somewhat sheepishly, "Actually, it wasn't all that dangerous this time."
"Next time! Next time your life is in danger, I'll definitely repay you again!"
Looking at his earnest little face, Song Yan's lips twitched.
Next time?
Better not.
Just then, a fluctuation of Spiritual Power reached him.
Though he was extremely weak, the battle he had just experienced had left his nerves taut, and his divine sense remained alert.
Song Yan noticed something unusual.
He could sense changes in Spiritual Power beyond the island.
Someone was approaching.
Almost instinctively, Song Yan mustered the Sword Qi throughout his body, but a moment later, he lowered his guard again.
"Fellow Daoist Idle-Fishing,"
he began, his voice still somewhat weak, though his tone had relaxed, "sorry for the trouble, but please open the restrictions and formations here. We have a