Thinking of that, Elder Gongxi took a deep breath. “I’m sure that the situation of my Yang Huo Sect’s disciples wouldn’t be this disastrous. Why don’t we just go and see what the results will be?”
Qiu Ling chuckled. “Sure. Should I have somebody bring over a chair for your sick disciple?”
Elder Gongxi couldn’t help but take another deep breath. Was this guy still going on about that? Well, it seemed he wouldn’t easily get around this. “I’m not sure if that would be such a good idea. Suddenly falling this sick, there might be something up. It would be better if he rested a while longer.”
Jing Yi couldn’t help but look at Qiu Ling hurriedly. It was reasonable to let the disciple rest if he was seriously sick. How would they get around this?
Qiu Ling brushed through his hair and gave him a reassuring smile. “My love, look at you! Are you this worried about him? Well, what Elder Gongxi just said does sound quite dangerous. Who knows if there won’t be some hidden problems that might impede his cultivation? Maybe it would be better if he had somebody take a look. What about the peak master …” Qiu Ling pondered. Wasn’t there some peak master that was supposed to be good with pills and herbs and stuff? What was his name again?
Jing Yi smiled. “Ah, you mean we could ask the Grandelder? Yes, that’s a good idea!”
Elder Gongxi’s lips tightened. “The Yun Zou Sect sure is accommodating, even wanting to ask the Grandelder’s help on our disciple’s behalf. But the Grandelder must surely be very busy. We shouldn’t trouble him with this.”
This time, Jing Yi perked up and his eyes sparkled. He knew how to deal with this! “Elder Gongxi might be right. The Grandelder is a very busy person. Ah, but don’t you worry! I’ve actually had the luck to meet his head disciple, Nian Hong Fang, before. I’m sure senior martial brother Nian would be willing to lend a hand. Even though he can’t boast to be at the Grandelder’s level yet, he learned a lot from his Master and will certainly be able to help you disciple out.”
Qiu Ling nodded happily along. “Yes! My beloved is right. Maybe Nian … Hong Fang will be able to make sure that your disciple will get back onto his feet in just a moment. Then he can even join in on the duel.” He turned to Jing Yi and smiled.
Right now, he regretted a bit that he hadn’t taught Jing Yi how to fly yesterday. If he had, then he would be able to send him to get that Nian Hong Fang right now. Now though … He could hardly leave on his own and let Jing Yi remain here with these guys, could he? Even though Jing Yi had managed to react well just now, he still wasn’t that used to this kind of scheming. He might get caught in Elder Gongxi’s trap if he was alone. He couldn’t let that happen. In that case …
Qiu Ling wanted to take out his transmission stone and ask his father to help when he remembered that the person in question wasn’t even there. Ah, now of all times! And he couldn’t ask the old geezer to pass along a message to anybody either. After all, he himself wasn’t in the sect and who knew where that Xin Lan had vanished to? It seemed he’d have to think of something else.
Qiu Ling pursed his lips. He didn’t know too many people in the Yun Zou Sect but it wasn’t like any of them would have a transmission stone that he could connect to. After all, these guys still used those super old-fashioned paper cranes that —
Qiu Ling’s eyes widened. Right! These guys still used paper cranes. Even though he didn’t have any himself, it wasn’t like it was difficult to make them. He could just take out a bit of paper and fold it the right away and then he could send it out.
Qiu Ling raised his hand and looked at his spatial ring. Somewhere in there should be a scroll of paper. He rummaged about the room that was tied to it and finally, his face lit up in delight. There! He pulled out the scroll and handed it to Jing Yi before he also pulled out a brush and some ink. “Let’s just write him a message.”
He looked at the brush and the ink and then at the scroll and furrowed his brows. He couldn’t write like that! He once again looked at his ring and then pulled out a table and a chair, taking the scroll from his beloved and sitting down to write his letter.
“What was his name again?”
“Ah?” Jing Yi could only look at his lover uncomprehendingly.
“The disciple of the Grandelder. What was he called?”
“Nian … Nian Hong Fang.” Jing Yi looked at the table doubtfully. He wouldn’t have thought that Qiu Ling was still able to surprise him after they had been together for that long but it seemed there were still things he didn’t know about him.
How come he was casually bringing a desk and a chair around with him? Was this a normal thing to do in the dragon realm? Even though he knew that Qiu Ling had a spatial ring, he still couldn’t help but feel that it was strange. There couldn’t be that much space inside that ring, could there? So if there already was a desk … Wouldn’t he have much less space for the rest?
And Qiu Ling didn’t seem so organized that he believed he would ever arrange everything on the table. No, he was pretty sure that everything in that space would be lying around higgledy-piggledy.
Qiu Ling didn’t notice Jing Yi’s befuddlement. He just wrote a short notice to Nian Hong Fang where he should go, not even bothering to explain the situation. Then, he folded the paper crane, imbued some spiritual energy and sent it off before putting away the desk and chair.
“Well, that is done. I guess now we only need to wait for him to come over. I hope your disciples won’t get too impatient, Elder Gongxi. If they are, then we could just have one duel here already so your sick disciple can watch from the window. I wouldn’t mind at all.”
Elder Gongxi gritted his teeth. Sure he wouldn’t! Looking at the spot where the table and chair had just appeared and then vanished again, he couldn’t help but be afraid that he had still underestimated this person.