Lin Qi's gaze lingered on Master Ma for only a moment before shifting to Beauty Qing's face.
"Hello, Ms. Qing."
Lin Qi perfectly concealed his surprise, giving no indication that he recognized Master Ma.
Beauty Qing gave a slight nod, then deliberately turned her head. She raised a hand, tracing a line from the bottom of Master Ma's chest upward with her fingertips. "Xiao Ma'er, you stand right here at the door. Don't you dare let me find out you've been running off again, you hear?"
Beauty Qing's voice was high and thin, grating like the sound of a sharp object scratching plastic.
Her sliding fingertips came to rest on Master Ma's collarbone, where she subtly applied pressure, prodding twice.
Lin Qi said nothing, but according to the details revealed by his Spiritual Vision, there was a fresh, unhealed wound right on Master Ma's collarbone.
The injury was from the battle that morning.
