The Complaint

Zheng Zetian heard him and smiled, the corners of his mouth lifting.

"Oh? A judicial officer from the Demon Suppression Division of the Discipline Institute? Good. Take me to see Senior Brother Xu. I'll ask him whether there's been some kind of misunderstanding."

"Yes, yes..."

Had even the Discipline Institute been infiltrated by people from the company...

But before the casino manager could lead him out of the main hall, Yin Qinglan came straight over and blocked his way.

"Junior Brother, you've really been through a lot. You're not hurt, are you? Oh dear, there's so much blood! It breaks your big sister's heart!"

"It's fine, it's fine. It's all the monsters'..."

"Let your big sister have a look! Are you hurt anywhere?"

Zheng Zetian dodged left and right, but without speeding up or using his cultivation, he couldn't avoid a Nascent Soul Daoist's pounce. Yin Qinglan grabbed him by both arms and stopped him right in front of her, then took out a silk handkerchief and pretended to wipe the blood off him.

Zheng Zetian couldn't do much about it. He glanced at her.

Had she changed outfits again? The sea-green robe, the bandeau, the shoes—none of them were the same as before. And why was her hair still wet? She'd clearly just taken a bath. What, did she sweat that easily?

"Look at you, you're filthy from head to toe. How fortunate that your big sister knows of a fine medicinal bath here, specially set up for the disciples competing in the arena. Come, I'll help you wash up."

Zheng Zetian's head started to ache as soon as he heard that.

Another bath? No, thanks. Why did everyone from Ink Bamboo Mountain love soaking in baths so much? Had the giant taught them that too? Besides, something always