Ren Feifan, after embarking on the path of cultivation, still placed great emphasis on cause and effect. He didn't want to owe anyone any favors, and the current situation was no exception.
Since the injury of the other party was caused by him, he naturally had to take responsibility.
Ren Feifan walked slowly to Yin Amman's side, glanced at Yin Amman's wound, which was not too serious—just a simple abrasion. A bit of treatment, and it would be fine.
"You finally have some compassion? I really thought you were a piece of cold wood!" Yin Amman said as she saw the young man finally pay attention to her. While speaking, she took out bandages and antiseptic from her backpack. Such an abrasion could be either minor or severe, but the priority was to treat it straightforwardly.
