"Senior Brother Li," Qin Feng called softly, his expression sincere. "I was in the wrong all this time. We both came from the Common Dormitory, and things between us shouldn't have turned so sour. It was all because of my arrogance."
"Senior Brother Li, I'm sorry." Qin Feng braced himself against the bed and tried to stand.
"Junior Brother Qin, there's no need. You only just woke up, and you're still very weak."
Li Chuan stepped forward and gently pressed down on Qin Feng's arm.
Watching the two brothers show such affection for each other, Liang Hangzhou couldn't help feeling relieved.
Li Chuan and Qin Feng were both leading disciples of the Martial Hall. If the two of them could let bygones be bygones, that would be for the best.
It seemed his Final Disciple really had changed.
Liang Hangzhou instructed him:
"A-Feng, spend the next few days resting in bed. Once you're feeling better, you can get up and walk around. We won't disturb your rest any longer."
With that, Liang Hangzhou led the group out of Qin Feng's bedroom.
Qin Feng smiled as he watched them leave.
Once the wooden door had shut between them, all traces of serenity vanished from his face, replaced by a cold expression.
After leaving, Li Chuan had meant to chat with Luo Zheng for a few moments.
But seeing him hurry off without even looking back, as if he had something urgent to attend to, Li Chuan could only let it go.
Back in his own courtyard, Li Chuan narrowed his eyes, his thoughts churning.
Could Qin Feng really change his ways just because of this setback?
Not a chance!
When Qin Feng had suddenly learned that he had a High-Grade Bone Constitution, he'd changed his tune faster than a book