In the hall, Ying Huanhuan finished applying medicine to Lin Dong and wrapped him in bandages. Once she was done, she finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Finally done. That wasn't easy at all," Ying Huanhuan said, wiping the sweat from her forehead.
Lin Dong put his clothes back on. "Thanks."
Ying Huanhuan snorted. "You're lucky to have this young lady tending to you! Even if you won't call me Auntie, you can at least call me Senior Sister, right?"
The corner of Lin Dong's mouth twitched. Was this woman really so fickle?
"Not calling you that."
Ying Huanhuan immediately grew anxious. "Why not? I joined the sect much earlier than you did, so I'm your Senior Sister!"
"You look younger than me, and don't you know perfectly well how I got these injuries?" Lin Dong said helplessly.
"Hmph! You heartless ingrate, you're infuriating me! If you weren't injured, this young lady would beat you to death!" Ying Huanhuan's cheeks puffed up with anger.
But the two of them soon burst into laughter. What they did not know was that their feelings for each other were rapidly warming.
"Oh, right. The Great Desolation Tablet will be opening soon. That will be the chance to try obtaining the Great Desolation Scripture!" Ying Huanhuan suddenly recalled.
"Oh? The Great Desolation Scripture? If I obtain it, that will be my fortune; if I fail, that will be my fate. It cannot be forced. I'll simply do my best," Lin Dong said calmly.
"Hey, show a little confidence, will you? I'm quite optimistic about you now. This doesn't suit your unruly personality at all. Do you want to go back to acting as arrogant and unruly as before?" Ying Huanhuan said speechlessly.
Lin Dong did not know whether to laugh or cry. "When