"Poor child, the family is ruined!" said Zhang Xiuying with a sigh.
Wang Yao's father was just smoking.
People with a conscience always sighed when watching news like this. But what was the use of sighing?
"Justice will be served sooner or later!" said Zhang Xiuying.
Was it a curse or a complaint?
Wang Yao was still thinking of the news when he came out of his home. Thinking of it was all that he could do.
Aye!
A sigh went with the wind.
It was dark and gloomy the whole night, but it didn't rain.
The next morning, the sun came out shining.
Wang Yao finished his breathing exercises early in the morning then started to get himself ready for brewing the decoction.
He set off the spirit gathering battle array. The trees started to move and dance.
"San Xian, watch out for strangers for me," shouted Wang Yao. San Xiao came out of his dog house and sat in front of the cottage.
