Si Yan, having watched the beastman retreat into the distance, glanced up at Old Gecko, who seemed on the verge of being charred. She felt she could no longer keep up her charade.
"Old Gecko, this lightning just won't let up! Is there any way to make it stop?!"
"So it's 'Good Grandpa' when you need something, but 'Old Gecko' when you don't, huh!" grumbled Old Gecko, clawing irritably at Si Yan's head with his scorched paws.
Si Yan was speechless. "..."
Old Gecko quickly said, "You've smeared Momo grass on your body and mud on your face. Find some water, plunge to the bottom, and wash it all off. Completely transform your appearance to the point where even your parents wouldn't recognize you! That fake sky will be even less familiar with your looks and scent; it won't be able to find you, so it won't strike you anymore!"
Is that even possible? Si Yan wondered.
"Hurry, hurry!" Old Gecko urged. "I've barely recovered, and I can't hold on much longer!"
