It's not easy being a Master

7

The atmosphere became awkward.

In that moment, Yan Jin couldn't suppressed his alarmed and angry expression. This even made Shen Zhixian felt that he himself was a beast in human clothing and was coercing a little girl into doing something indescribable.

The marmots moved up from his heart to his head, where they set up a musical orchestra.

Shen Zhixian maintained a stiff smile and determined that he was just a sincere and compassionate master. But, Little Hedgehog Yan still rejected his kindness.

He sighed. 　

They compromised and Yan Jin's robe was only stripped halfway down. In fact, the top was so tattered that it faintly exposed his skin with its overlapping layer of new wounds and old wounds. It was bloodstained, and the sight of it made Shen Zhixian panicked a little.

He no longer forced the issue. After taking a few steps back, he said, "In a moment, I'll invite one of Fourth Elder's disciple to come and take a look at you."

Fourth Elder was in charge of internal affairs, but he also specialized in refining medicine. Most of his disciples knew how to heal and often helped injuries in the sect.

Yan Jin didn't agree nor did he refused. Instead, he quietly watched Shen Zhixian leave before slowly bowing his head to look at the bottles of medicine left behind.

Then, with the back of his hand, he pushed them off the bed. The jade bottles were finely made and quite sturdy. They didn't break when they landed on the ground, only making crisp sounds as they rolled to a stop.

Who knew what terrible tricks Shen Zhixian was planning with these things. He didn't dare to use them.

The pale youth indifferently opened the small bag in his hand. Inside were a few rough and worn porcelain bottles, some of which had cracks on them.

After lifting the bottle cap, the smell that came out was not pungent, but it wasn't quite unpleasant either.

Yan Jin took off his top, expressionlessly tilted the porcelain bottle to pour out a little sticky black ointment and tried to awkwardly apply the medicine to himself.

........

When Yan Shen arrived, he saw Fourth Elder's two disciples outside.

Seeing him, the two junior disciples's eyes flashed, and they quickly grabbed him. "Oh, Senior Brother Yan Shen, you came at just the right time. Elder Shen asked us to help look at Senior Brother Yan Jin's wound but Senior Brother Yan Jin won't let us in. He seemed to be seriously injured..."

Yan Shen smiled. "I was worried about my senior brother and came to check up on him. You can rest assured that I'll take good care of him."

"Good!" The little disciple placed a small package of medicine and gauze into his hand and said, "Elder Shen sent this."

Yan Shen thanked them and said goodbye. Carrying the small parcel, he symbolically knocked on the door two times before, without waiting for a response, simply pushing inside.

The jade bottles on the ground were still in a mess while Yan Jin sat on the couch, retying his clothes. He seemed to have become accustomed to people entering his room without invitation. He only raised his eyes to look at Yan Shen coldly and, within those dark eyes, no emotions could be seen.

Yan Shen hated his expression, as if nothing could cause a ripple in those eyes. It made him want to immediately tear that calm mask off and throw it on the ground to crush it.

He gritted his teeth and displayed a false smile. "I haven't congratulated Senior Brother from getting off the Cliff of Reflection. Senior Brother has always been lucky and can even be forgiven for making such a big mistake."