"Retrieve the needles!"
Fang Yu waved his hand grandly, and once again, streaks of afterimages appeared in the air, fast as wind.
With a gesture, he gathered the Golden Needles as the Golden Needle Gang Qi was drawn out with a whooshing sound.
Everything returned to tranquility.
After securing the Golden Needles and checking the pulse to ensure his master's Dantian was in recovery, he smiled knowingly and left the room.
The bright moon hung high.
The sky above the Fang Family was as enchanting as he remembered from his youth.
Glancing at the stars in the night sky, Fang Yu shook his head.
Everyone was drunk; there was no one to look for.
He hadn't gone far when he heard Ye Wenjun's voice—
"Master, how is the old sir doing now?"
Under the moonlight, like Chang'e descending from the heavens, Ye Wenjun stood quietly not far away, calling out to him.
Fang Yu was momentarily taken aback, then smiled and said, "Why aren't you asleep?"
"Can't sleep."
