"You are quite the prison guard! Quite sturdy!" Hei chirped, letting out a jovial laugh, as if Lai had been his long distance friend.
Lai blinked, confused by the sudden compliment. "I'll... take the compliment, I suppose," he said. "Who are you two wanderers, and what brings you to the Bastille?"
Hei straightened himself, trying to look as "heroic" as a man could look. "We are but humble travelers seeking to free a man, my friend. A certain... lightning cultivator."
Lai pissed his pants.
Just about a day prior, he, or rather Aunt Hua, had to deal with us, and now, here stood another duo, looking innocent yet strangely confident. He needed to know if they were part of the same nightmare.
"Were you," Lai began, his forehead suddenly glistening with sweat, "by any chance... sent by the man in the mask?"
Hei, having just had a wonderful, cake-filled conversation with Wan, who was, indeed, a man in a mask, beamed with joy. "Why, yes! Do you know the man?"
