After confirming he wasn't going to die, nor would his body be seized by Li Yuanxian's Yin Soul that had unexpectedly appeared from who knows where, Li Qing took his legs and ran, not wanting to stay a second longer.
The day's events had made him deeply regretful.
No sooner had he left than Daoist Master Shishan came rushing out, radiating killing intent.
He held a compass in his left hand and a Peach Wood Sword in his right, surrounded by a fierce aura.
"It shouldn't be, this is impossible!"
"How could it be wrong?!"
"Could someone be sabotaging it?"
Daoist Master Shishan stared at the compass spinning wildly, utterly baffled and boiling with anger.
Li Qing ran out of the school in one breath and at the gate bought a fifty-cent milk cake, shoved it into his mouth, and forced himself to calm down.
"What in the world was that black mist? How did it get inside me?"
Li Qing mulled over this quietly, giving himself a once-over.
