This is your spirit?” Jun Qing, amazed.
“Yes.” Jun Wu Xie was unable to explain how little black cat came about, and with Little Lotus still not matured in the pond, she nodded haphazardly.
“Your spiritual powers have awoken?” Jun Qing asked in surprise.
“Not too long ago, a little late though.” Jun Wu Xie replied.
Jun Qing was ecstatic, Jun Xian and him had thought Jun Wu Xie was born with no affinity with the spirits. Alas, the heavens still blessed the Jun Family!
As Jun Qing and Jun Wu Xie was talking, a blood soaked Uncle Fu rushed in with the fifteen Rui Lin Army soldiers. Seeing his lord and young miss fine, he dropped on one knee, sword at his side.
“My tardiness has made you suffer, my Lord and Young Miss!”
“It’s all right, all of you please rise.” Jun Qing assured them. The bulk of the enemies charged the front yard, over a hundred of them. These sixteen men were vastly outnumbered, and their clothes were now in tatters, the blood on them whether from the enemies or from the wounds they carry, was indistinguishable.
Jun Wu Xie reached into her robes and threw two white porcelain bottles to Uncle Fu.
“Taken orally and applied externally.”
Uncle Fu held the two bottles in his hands, and looked at Jun Wu Xie gratefully.
“Thank you Young Miss! If it was not for the Young Master’s help, we might have been further delayed.”