Inside the room, Xie Yun was sprawled on the bed, completely devoid of his usual immortal aura, letting out a few misleading screams now and then.
"Hiss... It hurts so much, Wei Lan, are you trying to murder your teacher!"
On Xie Yun's exposed left arm was a hideous but already scabbed wound.
At this moment, Wei Lan was carefully applying ointment to his wound, but her impatient nature and young age made her hands tremble, causing Xie Yun to almost jump off the bed in pain.
Hearing Xie Yun's cries of pain, Wei Lan helplessly spread her hands. "Teacher, I really wasn't using much force."
Xie Yun furrowed his brows, picked up the white jade porcelain bottle of ointment, and sniffed it carefully, muttering to himself, "Could it be that there's something wrong with the medicine Rong Heng gave you? Right, he must have done it on purpose, trying to hurt his teacher."
Off to the side, Geng Tao said in a low voice, "Teacher, this bottle of medicine was given by the Young Master."
