The Gray Immortal in his arms couldn't sit still anymore. It poked its head out and started to shriek in a flurry. Xu Qing couldn't quite understand, but he felt that the curses it spat were even filthier.
"As long as there's breath in this old man, I won't allow you to..."
Before the other could finish speaking, Xu Qing saw that dawn was breaking and there were more pedestrians around. Thus, he controlled the puppet, hefted the old man, and bolted on his feet.
Not far away, the girl who was preparing to chant the Assist Soldier Spell for the second time was left standing there, dumbfounded. It took her a while to come to her senses.
She shouted "Grandpa!" and without thinking through why the other person had kidnapped her grandfather, she drove her donkey cart and chased towards the direction where the puppet vanished.
Outside Baima Temple, in an inconspicuous corner.
Xu Qing looked at the old man who had been tormented quite badly and felt a little guilty.
