He Ming noticed that his master's reaction was a bit off, and for a moment, he didn't understand why.
"Master... what's wrong?"
Fa Shan snapped back to his senses, but his hand was still trembling. He couldn't help but grab He Ming's wrist.
The force was so great that He Ming's face scrunched up. "Hiss... Master, what are you doing? What's going on?"
He tried to break free but couldn't. Fa Shan, who had always doted on his disciple, didn't lessen his grip. He only pulled He Ming closer, his tone urgent. "What did you say her name was?"
This was the first time He Ming had ever seen his master lose his composure like this. He hesitated, not daring to ask any more questions, and just obediently repeated, "...Lu Sangjiu."
"Lu Sangjiu..." Fa Shan repeated, then pressed, "Which characters make up her name?"
He Ming looked troubled. "I don't know. I didn't ask."
