Jiang Che slowly raised his eyes to the worried young woman before him. Warmth stirred in his heart, and he lifted a hand to gently wipe the tear from the corner of her eye. His voice was soft and tender. "Don't be silly. These are only flesh wounds, and Elder Zhuang healed them a long time ago. I just used up all my Soul Power, so I look a little pale. A few days of rest, and I'll be completely fine. Don't cry."
"You're still trying to act tough!" Ma Xiaotao chided him, though tears continued to stream down her face. "Teacher already told me. You were injured fighting Di Tian. Don't you realize how dangerous that was? You absolutely mustn't throw yourself into danger like that again. Promise me, okay?"
Jiang Che was filled with guilt. He repeatedly agreed in a gentle voice and patiently comforted her for a long while before Ma Xiaotao gradually calmed down. She sat quietly at his bedside, staying by his side and carefully straightening his covers, unwilling to leave even for a moment.
It was already late morning when, after Jiang Che urged her again and again, Ma Xiaotao finally left reluctantly. Before going, she kept looking back every few steps, reminding him over and over to rest properly and not push himself.
Not long after Ma Xiaotao left, the Martial Soul Department's dean, Yan Shaozhe, the Soul Tool Department's dean, Qian Duoduo, and vice dean Cai Mei'er came to visit one after another.
Seeing that Jiang Che was merely pale and otherwise unharmed, everyone finally let go of their worries. They looked at Shrek's youngest Titled Douluo with praise and concern in their voices.
They brought out the academy's finest healing pills and Soul Tools that calmed the mind and focused the