This mountain peak is beautiful, with lovely scenery and fresh air. A large open space in front was set up with platforms for the upcoming martial arts competition. Scattered tents bore names like “Wudang” and “Emei,” apparently sect names. Heh, worried disciples might get lost? What if a Shaolin disciple accidentally walked into an Emei tent and saw a girl changing?
“Huh? Didn’t he say he’d come up first?” Feng Qingyin looked around, puzzled. That day on the boat leaving Sichuan, the boatman had rigged an explosion. When the water slowed and electricity cut, he detonated the boat! He instinctively pulled Wuchen and Shiran away but was still hit by the shockwave and fell into the water. Meanwhile, Jing Baibai pulled Han Leer to safety but was badly injured.
He’d never forget the moment of the explosion when the usually timid Yi Qing hugged Ling’er, shielding her from the blast’s force!
After dragging Wuchen and Shiran ashore and frantically searching with Jing Baibai, they found the gravely wounded and unconscious Ouyang Zichen in a sea of blood!
At the moment of the explosion, Ouyang Zichen managed to push the two away with a palm wind but was severely injured by the blast. He had not yet recovered, and his entire true qi had dissipated. Wuchen mentioned it would take a year and a half for him to recuperate.
He couldn’t tell Ling’er about Yi Qing, fearing it would drive her mad. Instead, he said they hadn’t located her but also hadn’t found a body, implying she might have been rescued. Although he spoke truthfully, given Yi Qing’s fragile nature and lack of martial arts skills, her chances of survival were slim.
Wang Zai seemed to notice us too, suddenly transitioning from his previous dejection to screaming at us. His howling stirred guilt within me, even though I had done nothing wrong.
Sighing, I felt compelled to help the little fox. Waving my hand, I declared, “I’m not leaving. I’m keeping this little fox.” Then, as Jing Hao Bai and Meng Yu’s expressions shifted from dark to joyful, I pulled Xiao Zi and Xiao Yin to squeeze into the crowd to watch the competition rules.
“Oh! Hey, don’t back off! You stepped on me! Hey, what are you bumping into? Ah – who’s the bastard touching me?!”
