"You, you..." The two young disciples, seeing how heartlessly Han Yan treated their master, as if he was working him like an ox or horse, were so angry they couldn't speak.
"Don't say anymore, let me continue," Qu Shanling stopped them, took a deep breath, and carried on.
Although he hadn't been in contact with Mu Hanyan for long, he could tell that the Big Playboy Mu was determined in character. If she told him to continue, he just had to do so. Otherwise, if he angered her and she left in a huff, he would simply have to wait for death.
This time, Qu Shanling took a great step forward and finally performed the hand formation from before, but while practicing the next one, he spat out another mouthful of blood.
"I'm fine, really fine." Qu Shanling, seeing Mu Hanyan's expression, continued on without waiting for the two disciples to rush over to him.
