Though he had achieved his target with a single strike, Zhou Zishu did not loiter. Hearing the noises of a puppet in pursuit at his back, he flew into the air without looking back, leaping over that wheelchair. Confronted with an obstacle, the puppet instantly raised its stick and whacked it. There was a “crack”, and it smashed that supremely miraculous wooden wheelchair into pieces. Parts and mechanisms littered the floor, then, like they had been frozen with a spell, all the puppets in the hall halted.

Upon landing, Zhou Zishu stumbled. Wen Kexing, who had long been waiting off to the side, immediately reached out to catch him. He turned his head to peck him on the cheek, and praised, “Splendid sword technique!”

Zhou Zishu wiped at his face like he was wiping at the saliva left behind after a dog had licked his cheek, pushed Wen Kexing away, and said expressionlessly, “Splendidly sleazy of you.[30]”

Expression dark, Ye Baiyi collected Zhang Chengling, who had fallen to the ground after a toppled puppet tripped him, and strode over to them. Without a word, he struck at Wen Kexing with his palm, which the latter dodged with a cheeky grin on his face. As Wen Kexing evaded the blows, he said, “Aiyo, old senior, why are you still splitting hairs with a junior over these trivial things?”

Zhou Zishu sighed. He coughed softly twice, weakly sat on a toppled puppet, and said, “Take a break, both of you. I say, Old Senior Ye who’s not a rice bin, you should hurry up and take a look at these mechanisms with your omnipotent knowledge, and come up with a way to get us out of here.”

Ye Baiyi cast a glance at that wooden wheelchair in fragments and said, "You've smashed the mechanisms to a pulp. Come up with a way, my foot." Turning, he strode towards the hole in the wall which the strange person in the wheelchair had emerged from. Zhang Chengling ran over to them, and asked in a small voice, "Shifu, are you fine?"

This child had just been swung around multiple times like a piece of rock by these two. Yet, he did not hold a grudge against them, his mind still entirely filled with worry over his shifu's injury. Peered at by those pure eyes full of concern, Zhou Zishu instantly felt a little like a scumbag, and so he spoke in a rare gentle voice, "Not a problem."

With his back to him, Zhang Chengling bent his knees. “Shifu, I’ll carry you on my back.”

Finding it humorous, Zhou Zishu patted him on the shoulder and got to his feet without help, saying, "That’s enough, I'm not counting on you to do so."