"Ah!"
The person cried out in pain and fell to the ground.
Startled, Qiao Xixi quickly dropped the beast hide in her hands and ran out.
"Father, what's wrong?"
"Someone was trying to break in…"
Qiao Yi's words trailed off as the person before him left him stunned.
Qiao Xixi, also getting a clear look at the newcomer, froze in place.
"Let go of me!"
Taking advantage of Qiao Yi's stunned silence, the man pushed his hand away and stood up. He shot Qiao Yi an annoyed glare, a hint of grievance coloring his features.
That expression, those movements… where was even a trace of the Yun Ji she knew?
His white feathered robe was covered in dirt, his long hair was disheveled and fell messily over his shoulders, and even his cold, holy face was grimy.
Qiao Xixi blinked hard, trying to make sure she wasn't mistaken—that this person merely looked like Yun Ji.
But Qiao Yi's voice quickly disproved her theory. "Holy Priest?"
