He took a small bottle from his Storage Soul Tool and carefully poured some grease-like liquid onto his hand. The liquid was clear and viscous, with a distinctive scent. At a glance, it was clearly some kind of expensive medicine.
Just as Yang Xun was about to ask whether Ji Juechen needed help applying the medicine, he saw Ji Juechen carefully spread the liquid evenly over his sword blade. He then took out cloths of various materials and meticulously wiped the blade, gently feeling the scars left upon it as though caressing his beloved.
To Ji Juechen, it seemed that compared to the injuries on his body, he was more concerned that his treasured sword might suffer some irreparable damage.
Chen Ming felt somewhat guilty as he looked at the Ji Juechen he had injured.
After all, Ji Juechen was neither a tough, durable Beast Martial Soul Master nor anything of the sort. He was even the kind of AD fighter who focused on assassin-style burst damage. Although his Soul Power Level was higher than Chen Ming's, his physical condition and ability to take a hit were not as good.
A proper spar was meant to help them get along better in the future, not to make enemies for no reason.
Although the chances were slim, Chen Ming did not want some unnecessary trifle to affect future developments.
Chen Ming took stock of his supplies, then pulled out another jar of ointment for external injuries that Chen Li had left him before departing. After saying a few words to Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen, he walked over to Ji Juechen.
"Senior Ji, I have medicine here. You should take care of your body first."
"This..." Ji Juechen was merely steady and calm, not some super beast incapable of feeling pain.