"Our Celestial Demon Country! We must catch him!"
...
"Xiao Mo, are you okay?"
"Xiao Mo, does it hurt?"
"Xiao Mo, do you want to go to the Medical Hall to get checked out?"
"Maybe we should go to the Medical Hall anyway."
"After all, Sister Yue Shi isn't a Medical Cultivator. What if you have some kind of long-term side effects like they talk about in the books? What are we going to do then?"
In the courtyard.
As the maid, Yue Shi, applied medicine and bandaged Xiao Mo's wounds, Tushan Jing Ci fidgeted, her little tail twitching as she watched Xiao Mo with nervous concern.
"Miss, I'm really fine. It's just a few superficial wounds. They'll heal in a few days. There's no need to go to the Medical Hall."
Xiao Mo gave a helpless smile.
Ever since Tushan Jing Ci brought him back to the courtyard, she had been fussing in his ear nonstop.
Xiao Mo didn't find it annoying, though.
After all, having someone who cared so much about him was a blessing.
