"Senior Sister Yao," Wu Ling said, turning around only to be surprised by the sight of a flustered Yao Meifeng carrying her zither over one shoulder and a backpack full of her belongings over the other. "Who is it that's chasing you? What happened?" Wu Ling asked, stepping forward to catch the rushing young musician.
"Please, you have to help me," the doll-like young woman pleaded. "It's my family, they found where I was staying and they sent a group of men to fetch me home. I need somewhere else to hide and I didn't know who to turn to."
"Okay," Wu Ling said softly, gently stroking her hair to help her calm down. "You know I'd never abandon you," he soothed. "Follow me back to the house for a moment, I'll have Junior Sister Jieyan take your things, but then you should come with me," he said thinking quickly as they walked.
