Returning to Jiuxuan Auction Hall, the auction was in full swing.
Teng Zhao followed behind Qin Liuxi back to the courtyard, silent like a child who had done something wrong.
Once inside the room, Qin Liuxi took out a medicine kit, got a tube of ointment, and rolled up his sleeve to see the purple and blue bruises on his forearm, her eyes once again shadowed with Vicious Energy.
Teng Zhao couldn't help but flinch.
"Scared now?" Qin Liuxi glared over at him and snorted coldly, "Try self-harming like this again and see if I don't deal with you."
Teng Zhao felt guilty.
Qin Liuxi took the ointment and slowly spread it over the bruises on his arm with skilled, rubbing motions, saying, "You are my disciple, and regardless of what happens, it is beyond doubt that I, as your master, will protect you. You don't have to seek attention in this way; it's stupid, you know?"
Teng Zhao hung his head, picking at the edge of the table with his fingernails, stealing a glance at her.
