Appearing in the living room, Xu Xing spotted Chi Jiuyu bustling about in front of the coffee table at a glance.
Two cups of spirit liquid condensed from pure spiritual energy sat on the table, a thin mist curling over their rims. She hugged a wine jar and carefully poured into the spirit liquid.
Yet she kept the amount under strict control, adding only the tiniest bit.
Though it was merely pale-red wine, the instant it dripped into the spirit liquid, it spread through it, dyeing the entire cup a crimson-gold like dancing flames.
"Phew~"
She set down the wine jar and sealed it, then turned around—only to jolt all over in fright.
"Marshul! Xiao Zhao!"
She too was bruised and battered, though her injuries appeared somewhat lighter than Zhao Ruohan's.
However, her eyebrows had been burned off, her hair cut into an ear-length bob, and half of both front teeth had snapped away. She looked like a braised egg; when she smiled, her dark tooth gaps showed, making for a thoroughly comical sight.
"Marshul! You came back!"
With her front teeth broken, her words leaked air, and her voice sounded particularly amusing.
"That look of yours..." Xu Xing looked her up and down and could not help laughing. "It's rather interesting."
Huh?
Clearly, she looked even funnier!
No, wait!
She abruptly came to her senses.
Martial Uncle, you were actually making fun of me!
Just as she was about to condemn Martial Uncle for such behavior, Zhao Ruohan spoke first.
"You didn't choose to have Sword Venerable restore your injuries either?"
As expected of the rival she regarded as her sworn nemesis—she had actually thought of that too.
Huh?
Chi Jiuyu wore a bewildered expression.
What was all this about?
Earlier, she had asked her master to heal her