After landing on top of the jade altar, Fang Xing believed he’d finally escaped from the danger and raised his head. This was when he saw the plump Daoist, and he gave an excited greeting that inadvertently broke the man.
The plump Daoist had been wondering to himself whether that little bastard Fang Xing would appear once more and help him from this situation like he had so many times before, but who would have expected the boy to fall from above? "You… how…."
Before the plump Daoist could finish his question, Fang Xing’s face suddenly changed and he immediately jumped up again. He could feel a sense of danger rising up from the purple smog above, as though the ghost thralls had continued giving chase. "Oh help me, friends…" he yelled out while dragging the golden crow with him towards the confused Myriad Beasts sect master, Ying Shihou.
