The Fourth Uncle, who was tied up, was extremely angry at this moment. He thought, being one of the top four in Medicine King Valley, it was a great humiliation to be tied to a tree by a young kid.
The night was already very quiet, and being at the foot of the mountain made any noise particularly frightening. The longer he stayed, the more afraid he became, but his pride wouldn't allow him to give in. He thought, he was only taken in such circumstances because it was special, but soon his disciples would surely catch up and rescue him.
However, he waited an entire night, and no one came to his rescue. He was so angry he almost spat out elder blood. He drifted off to sleep and thankfully wasn't attacked by any wild beasts. In the morning, hunger woke him up, and he could smell the aroma of rice porridge.
He looked up to see the young couple already cooking porridge. His stomach growled, but his pride kept him from speaking.
