"From now on, you are both my Sword Master and my feeder."
The man's voice still seemed to linger in her ears. Ming Shuiyun walked along the campus avenue illuminated by streetlights, still somewhat dazed.
"Wow, Shuiyun, are you all right!?"
A petite girl in blue-and-white rabbit pajamas was sitting on a bench by the roadside. The moment she saw Ming Shuiyun, she was startled and hurried over. "Why are you covered in blood? Should we find a doctor?"
"I... I'm fine. The blood on me isn't mine." Ming Shuiyun shook her head. "Thanks, Qingyun."
"It's already very late. I think the dormitory stops supplying hot water at eleven. Hurry back and take a shower." Ming Qingyun carefully looked Ming Shuiyun over, and only relaxed after confirming that nothing had been done to her. "Did your scabbard get into a fight with Sister Shuangli's Mad Dog?"
"Yeah." Ming Shuiyun did not want to say more about it and changed the subject. "Qingyun, why are you sitting out here?"
"I just washed my hair, but it wouldn't dry even after I used a flat iron. It's so cool outside, so I came out to look at the stars." Ming Qingyun glanced at the brightly lit dormitory behind her. "Besides, it's noisy in there."
"What?"
"Nothing." Ming Qingyun stretched lazily. "This is a safe zone anyway. I prefer quietly being alone like this. You should go back by yourself, Shuiyun. The room is Room A on the third floor."
"Okay." Ming Shuiyun took two steps, then suddenly remembered something. She turned back and grabbed Ming Qingyun's right hand.
A lazy cloud mark, neither smoke nor cloud, appeared on the back of Ming Qingyun's hand.
"You joined too?" Ming Shuiyun asked in surprise.
"Well, I was going to join from the beginning. Dropping