"Master." Balancing a bottle gourd over his head, the little one saw the scene unfold from afar. He reached his hand for Jing Wushuang's sleeve.
Jing Wushuang never thought that his spell would fail. He coughed hard into his palm and when he opened it, and it was splattered with blood.
"Master!" The little one could not bear the sight any longer and pulled Jing Wushuang into the river.
Jing Wushuang curled his lips up in a smile, though it looked more like a desolate grimace.
While he was in the water, he lifted up his arm, covering his eyes.
The little one comforted him by his side, "Don't be upset, Master. There is always a next time, you will surely succeed on the next try."
Jing Wushuang did not reply. Seeing Helian Wei Wei like that, he did not understand why but he started to feel a slight pain beginning to grow in his chest.
"Master," the little one put his hand on his forehead, "Lets go, whilst they are still occupied..."
