The buildings were was quiet and were it not for the unconscious Cheungyis lying on the floor, I would have thought that nothing was wrong.
Instead, Cheungyi (the one who had relayed Aunt Yeung's message), Yidi and me walked briskly through the walkways and came to a intrepid stop right outside the closed doors to the temple.
Cheungyi raised a hand to the door, her other hand on the hilt of her sword. "Ready?"
I turned to Yidi. "Can you fight?" I asked.
"F-fight?" he stuttered. "You mean…" He made a chopping motion with his hands.
"Alright, stay here. Cheungyi and I will go in," I said. It felt strange to suddenly not be the most inexperienced fighter in a group.
"But I can support you two," said Yidi.
"You can support us from outside," said Cheungyi.
"Okay!"
I side-eyed Cheungyi. Did she often have to deal with all brains, no brawl type of people, people like Yidi?
