'What's wrong with Alice?' Dewey saw that his beloved disciple, Alice, was curling up on the pond's edge. Her delicate face was red, like a fire burning the clouds.

For a moment, Dewey's mind was in a mess.

Even though the two were masters and disciples, Dewey treated Alice like his daughter. When he saw her in trouble, he was immediately distracted. How could he be in the mood to fight Kye?

In a hurry, Dewey could not help shouting, "Alice, what's wrong with you?"

Even though they were far