However, even with the capability of sitting eight and looking to nine, Zhou Xuan stood no chance against the Mo Ya Monk who had already stepped into the Flower Sea World. When rescuing his master, the blade that stretched across the Mo Ya Monk's fingertip was so lightly touched, it almost shattered.
Sitting eight and looking to nine with nine incense sticks, on paper only differ by a line, yet are worlds apart.
"When in doubt, you may ask Kong Ming."
The siblings shared the same thoughts, what Zhou Xuan thought at this moment, Zhou Lingyi also thought of.
"Brother, you rest first, focus and go seek the Kongming Mirror. I'll deal with this Mo Ya Monk first."
Zhou Lingyi extended her right hand, tidying the collar for Zhou Xuan, just as she did when Zhou Xuan first went on stage to tell stories at Ping Shui Prefecture.
She seemed to have a peculiar persistence with collars.
