In the hall sat an old man, clad in a blue robe with floating wide sleeves. At this moment, his face tightened with wrinkles, giving off the impression he was difficult to speak with.
The sharp gaze of the Valley Master swept over Chuzheng and settled on Li Tang.
"Who's injured?"
Chuzheng pointed toward Li Tang.
The Valley Master stood up and with his hands clasped behind his back, walked toward the inner room, "Come with me."
Li Tang glanced at Chuzheng and followed the Valley Master to the inner room, while a young boy came in to pour tea for Chuzheng and even served some pastries.
About fifteen minutes later, the boy named Xiao Zhu came out to invite her in.
Li Tang, with his upper body bare, lay on a soft couch, his eyes tightly shut, unconscious.
"You are quite calm," the Valley Master, who was washing his hands, remarked, as Chuzheng entered without making a sound, provoking yet another comment.
"Can he be healed?"
