Lu Yuque and Qu Xin sat together in the corner.
The little black cat appeared again at some point. Lu Yuque held it in her arms, looking at the Tianshan disciples gathered in the distance. The murmuring voices drifted over faintly, unclear about what they were saying.
Beside them laid the corpse of the Hanhai Eagle. All the fighting had ceased, and the West Field revealed its vastness and silence, with only the clear sounds of wind and water flowing.
"Are they saying... Mr. Pei was captured?" Lu Yuque seemed to distinguish something.
"Are you blind?" Qu Xin asked.
"I'm not."
"Then didn't you just see it?"
"I saw it."
"Hmm."
"Oh." Lu Yuque looked somewhat bewildered at the direction where the young man had disappeared.
"Are you injured?" Qu Xin asked.
"No. But it seems to be injured. Divine Doctor Qu, can you bandage it up?"
She lifted the two soft paws of the little cat, which were drooping, with bloodstains on its fur.
