Just then, a gray-robed elder sitting at the same table as the man in yellow robes coughed lightly. "Brother Yu, why lower yourself to a child's level?"
The pressure on the young girl lifted. She shot the gray-robed elder a grateful glance and hurriedly retreated. Yisha, her heart aching for the girl, pulled a small porcelain vial from her robes and tipped an Elixir out for her. The action immediately drew everyone's gaze, their eyes fixed greedily on the vial in Yisha's hand. Unflustered, Yisha put the vial away.
The girl accepted the Elixir, gave Ling Xiao and Yisha a slight bow, and turned to leave. She was barely holding on. The pressure from the man in yellow had already injured her, and she was forcefully suppressing the mouthful of blood that threatened to erupt from her throat.
