A line is a dot that went for a walk

"What have they done?" Milo scavenged the path they took. It was easy to trace with the cherry petals path. He shook his head no as ChaCha followed through the air along with War. They were on the path of the Beggar Sect.

"Didn't we tell him the Beggar Sect was not what it seemed?" He crossed his arms after he landed on a branch in a high tree. He was heavy in thought about what to do next.

ChaCha sat next to them swinging her legs back and forth as if it might be music ready to pounce.

"Stop that," he told her. "This is no time for games. We have to find them." He scowled back at her, but she just watched him as if she knew to keep quiet. She couldn't tell him anything he didn't know.

"Back in the day, they would have greeted us with open arms. Now it's like a cloak of darkness." He was certain the sect had changed. They weren't the humble and worth bunch they used to be, taking in orphans and stragglers. 

"I'm pretty certain the shaman I spoke of is there. I'm sure he's there against his will." He told ChaCha about the rumors that were brewing throughout the valley. This gang liked dark martial arts. It could be scary.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Now ChaCha was in a pout as her fingers grasped the branch harder as she sat there next to him.

"I didn't want it to be true." He was closed mouth. All they could do was rescue Qing and Cheng the best they could. But he was afraid they might need an army to achieve that.