To Meiying, Wuyi said, "In the future, no matter how badly off they are, take the new refugees below the fort. Let Yun Ming keep their ravings contained."
Meiying nodded. "I should have thought of that," she said wearily.
Wuyi cut her off. "No, it should have been me who thought of it, Meiying."
Yun Ming shook his head. "It's worse than you think, Young Master."
Wuyi gave him a long look, and Yun Ming quieted. "Apologies, Young Master," he said.
"It happens that I know the mountains well enough," Wuyi said quietly.
Yun Ming was not so easily put down, though. He produced something from his bag and placed it on the table.
The Pavilion mistress turned as white as parchment when she saw it.
Wuyi raised an eyebrow. "ShaoZhu," he said. It was a demonic boar-looking beast, only darker, larger, and more ferocious.
"Or GuiZhu, or most likely YingZhu." Yun Ming nodded respectfully. "So you have known about these."
