Feng Yaya completely curled up on Su He's shell as Su He, beneath the tumultuous waves, quickly reached the cave entrance.
Elder Ge leaned against the bright red stone wall, clutching his gourd of wine. He took a big gulp, rubbed his face, and looked up with a beaming smile at them.
"Let's go!"
The old Taoist patted Su He's shell and laughed heartily as he led the way out.
The Little Golden Pagoda above their heads emitted blinding golden light, pushing away a host of Prison Ghosts.
Master and disciple walked in silence. Elder Ge hung the wine gourd over his shoulder and seemed about to speak but then hesitated for a long while before finally saying, "Turtle Kid, you're unlucky to face the Sect's plight so soon after joining Qingyuan."
