Bandage the Wounds

The two people who were most severely hurt stepped forward; one looked seventeen or eighteen years old, and the other looked thirteen or fourteen years old. They seemed quick-witted and had their own flair about them.

"At your service Clan Master Ming!" They exclaimed together.

A sly glow flashed across Ming Ye's eyes, as he complimented them. "You've both got guts and intuition. You were able to find the precise time to strike and your movements were agile. Not bad!"

"Thank you Clan Master Ming for your praise," replied the two of them respectfully in unison.

"In three days' time, the two of you will go to the deep valley to train with our clan leader," said Ming Ye nonchalantly as if the gruelling training in the deep valley was a breeze.