Teaching

Makomo felt her body being gently lifted by Feng Ye, then tenderly laid upon a flat rock.

Next, she saw Feng Ye take out clean bandages and a jar of milky-white ointment. He tore away some of the ragged cloth from her body, then began at her little feet, cleaning each wound, applying the ointment, and wrapping them in bandages.

That white ointment was remarkably miraculous. The moment it was applied, her wounds no longer hurt. They became cool and comfortable, with only a faint numb, itchy sensation.

By the time Feng Ye worked his way up to the wounds on her legs, she had recovered some strength. She barely managed to sit up, looking at Feng Ye nervously as she cautiously said:

"Um... um..."

"You can call me Master from now on, or Mister Feng Ye if you prefer. It's up to you."

Feng Ye smiled amiably.

Of course, Feng Ye could have healed Makomo's injuries with a single thought. The only reason he had gone through the trouble of producing ointment and bandages to tend to her wounds bit by bit was to better immerse himself in this world.

After all, the interesting things would not happen for many years yet. There was little fun in simply jumping straight to ten years later, so he intended to make the future a little more interesting by interfering with it slightly.

For example... taking Makomo as his disciple.

There was no particular reason for choosing her. It was merely a whim, and she was cute enough.

Listening to Feng Ye's gentle voice, Makomo was at a loss for a moment. She made a soft sound, unsure how to respond. Ever since becoming an orphan, no one had treated her so gently.

"Alright, lie down and don't move."

Feng Ye stroked