"Master!" Mu Yuze's voice echoed through the desolate neighborhood, tinged with pleading and desperation.
He couldn't care less about the disturbance he was causing to the neighbors; he would not stop until the door was open to him. His fist pounded relentlessly on the door, again and again, until the pale skin turned into deep crimson, half from the cold and half from the pain. "Master!!!"
Fortunately, the door soon creaked open, revealing Song Yin's disgruntled expression. "What are…" his voice abruptly halted as he took in Mu Yuze's appearance that was akin to a drenched, down-trodden cat that had fallen into the sewer. His frown deepened as he scanned the surroundings, thinking that his disciple was being chased down by a group of thugs. Why else would he appear in such a state?
