Master Chi Yuan brought Sha Yuanzi back to the Daoist Temple and asked Wuwei to take care of him for a while.
Wuwei was flabbergasted; Sha Yuanzi, who had earlier been as lively as a dragon, was now as dismal as a dead snake, a pitiful sight indeed.
He squatted down, and although he felt that this person had brought misery upon himself, he still showed a look of sympathy, "Beaten by the Junior Temple Master?"
Sha Yuanzi was half-awake, his eyes only slightly open, revealing a thin slit. Seeing Wuwei's undisguised sympathy, he closed his eyes again.
Wuwei sighed and, along with another little Taoist, lifted him up and took him to the Daoist Room.
Master Chi Yuan went up to the Immortal Ascension Tower and told his two disciples, "It is already dark, and the lighting is insufficient. You all go down to have your meal and rest. We will see to it tomorrow."
Teng Zhao nodded, glancing upstairs with some concern; his master had returned encased as if in cold frost.
