"Honestly, you're already all grown up, yet you still insist on being tough..." Jiu Yi pouted as she gently applied medicine to Jiang Lin, her eyes filled with tender reproach.
"Young Master, please don't move. Mo Li can't apply the medicine properly." Mo Li, too, held Jiang Lin's arm against her body.
The gentle and obedient Mo Li was also pouting now as she looked at Jiang Lin reproachfully.
Although every part of Jiang Lin's body ached, Fang Chaoqun in the neighboring courtyard had it far worse by comparison.
Fang Chaoqun was not only seriously injured, Min Min also deliberately applied the medicine with extra force. Fang Chaoqun howled in pain, suffering utterly beyond description... Even with an entire courtyard wall between them, his cries could still be heard.
Everything had begun three days earlier.
Three days ago, Jiang Lin and Fang Chaoqun each spread their own sword realms over half of Dragon Cry Academy before beginning their challenge.
Jiang Lin had naturally come to challenge them because of Mo Li. Although those scholars had not bullied Mo Li—in fact, they had even prepared lodging for her—they had refused to hold the Dragon Cry Scholarly Debate simply because Mo Li was a woman. How could he tolerate that?
On the other hand, this silly girl had refused to leave Dragon Cry Academy, thinking she could move them with her sincerity.
But Jiang Lin did not care about any of that. He would teach them a lesson first and worry about the rest later.
As for Fang Chaoqun, although Fang Min had died before Dragon Cry Academy in that life, strictly speaking, Dragon Cry Academy had never forced Fang Min. At most, they had simply ignored her.
On the contrary, after Fang Min had exchanged her life for his of her