The low, hoarse voice faded away, and the dismal clouds gathering in the room became ever colder and more oppressive.
"Master is stubborn... I don't know what suffering he will endure..." Ji Yun suddenly wept silently, "And he is old..."
Pei Ye patted him and nodded his head as he stood up: "I understand."
"Right..." Ji Yun composed his sorrowful expression, "Brother Pei, you go back first. As for the matter of the script, we—"
"It isn't about the script." Pei Ye interrupted, "I had some matters tonight for which I needed to consult Master Sun, but since he isn't here, I'll make a trip to the Longmen Tower."
He turned and headed for the door.
The room fell into startled silence.
"...Pei, Brother Pei!" Ji Yun suddenly propped up his neck, anxiously blocking the way, "Brother Pei, I know you have some skills, but the Longmen Tower—"
