I followed the sound, only to see a thin, simply dressed disciple squeezing out from the crowd. He kept his head down, his eyes darting about, looking thoroughly terrified.
"What do you know?" I asked hastily.
The disciple raised his head, glanced at me, and quickly lowered it again, his voice trembling as he said, "I... my name is Wu Yong. That day... that day I..." He stammered, unable to string together a complete sentence for the longest time.
Chapter 63