Lu Jiao isn't amused when she reads Zou Qiao's note. She scrunches up the thin sheet of paper in her hand, and glares up at Wu Yun, from her place on the floor at her writing desk.
"Wasn't this what your conversation with him was supposed do avoid?"
"I thought everything was fine yesterday. He seemed calm, only a little regretful." Wu Yun says, his ears flat against his head.
"I think he's going to try and confront Lian Feng," Bai Xiaoli says. "What else could 'I'm going to make it right' mean?"
Wu Yun bites his bottom lip and exchanges a worried look with Lan Tian. That's what he fears, as well.
"We can find him," Lan Tian says. His reassuring grip on Wu Yun's shoulder does little to dispel his concern.
Wan Mi burst in through the sliding doors, and throws herself at Lu Jiao's feet, out of breath.
"Master, Zou Qiao isn't anywhere in Kunlun, no one has seen him since last night," she says, bowing her head.
