Xiaoling looked over at Weisheng. Hai had carried him to his bed earlier. Everyone was quiet, confused, and full of anticipation. But no one dared question Xiaoling. Her expressions put their questions on hold. She seemed a little too pleased about what had happened. The wide grin never left her face.
"Master…" Ru called her out, "There's a black mark on your neck. What he did was-"
"Demonic Cultivation," Xiaoling smiled, "Don't worry. He didn't go all-out on me. This mark will fade eventually. I will still put on ointment and cover it, so don't worry."
"I understand that it was training," Qiang frowned, "But how could he lose control? How dare he hurt his own Master?"
"I made him lose control on purpose," Xiaoling said, "It was the fastest way to let him break through. You all should leave and go rest. I'll look over him."
