Zhang Han's Quarters
Zhang Han's Room
"Why are you helping me?" I asked, wincing in pain from the bruises on my body as I sat on his bed.
"You still have the nerve to ask questions?" said Zhang Han as he continued to stir the medicine that was already prepared and brought in a bowl.
"It's the sword master's fault. She was supposed to be teaching us, but instead she treated us like toys," I said with a frown.
"You offended an elder on just your second day as a disciple. What exactly are you? A mighty queen or something?" yelled Zhang Han angrily as he dropped the medicine on the table.
'I actually am.' I would have said this, but no, I'll just give the normal response.
"She offended me first."
"You??? You're really bold. Are you really interested in practicing swordsmanship with her? Maybe not. You can just practice alchemy and spells then," said Zhang Han with a serious expression while I just kept silent and stared at him.
