Chou, who had been tossed away during the whole exchange, returned to Li Meirong's side. The miniature pitcher plant placed one leafy tendril atop Li Meirong's open wound. 'Master, you're losing a lot of blood.'
Still slumped on the ground and too tired to move, Li Meirong patted Chou's head gently and said in the most reassuring way she could muster, "I'm alright. It's just a little cut."
Chou transformed back into his humanoid, toddler form. His big, round eyes assessed Li Meirong, looking entirely unconvinced. "Master should summon the silly turtle to help us."
"Alright." Li Meirong closed her eyes for but a moment and summoned Feng Huang from the dimension, but the Turtle Demoness did not show up.
