Seh mumbled to himself as he pushed forward alone, into the darkness. It had been more than twelve hours since the monkey troop had attacked, and Seh was still finding it hard to believe that Malao had been with the monkeys. Malao's actions to save the monkeys from the bandits’ swords and spears had been crazy, but remarkable. Even more amazing had been Malao's fight with Hung, the enormous bear-style kung fu master who was Mong's right-hand man. Malao may be small, but he was tough. Seh had tracked Malao down less than an hour ago, and Malao had come away from his battle with Hung without a scratch. Seh rubbed his sweaty, stubbly-haired head as he thought about the new information Malao had given him. Grandmaster was dead, Fu had somehow managed to obtain the dragon scrolls Ying was after, and Hok was at Cangzhen keeping an eye on Ying and, presumably, Tonglong. Malao was going to rendezvous with Hok tomorrow, and he had invited Seh to join them. Seh had several reasons he'd like to accept the offer, but he had already concluded that it would be best if he went directly to Shaolin Temple.
