Su Lun felt quite satisfied.
He stepped out of the bathroom and went into the room.
"Treat your wound yourself, I have a few questions for you."
"Yes, Master."
Sabina replied and followed him out as well.
As for the wound on her shoulder, after a pink mist enveloped it, the external injury visibly healed in no time.
Su Lun didn't hear any sounds of wound treatment and turned back to see her wound healing, he asked, "Is this also one of your innate abilities?"
Sabina nodded and obediently answered, "Yes, Master."
Su Lun always felt that the title "Master" sounded strange and said, "You can call me 'Sir'."
With the look of a docile servant, Sabina showed no sign of refusal, "Oh, alright, Sir."
The room had a large bed that looked very soft.
Su Lun felt that the atmosphere was no longer so grim and casually lay down on the bed.
Sabina stood by his side like a competent maid, quietly waiting.
