It took Xu Qing nearly ten minutes to feel satisfied. She had beaten Han Yu black and blue—his face was covered in bruises, one eye had gone full panda-mode, and his head was sprouting more bumps than a porcupine in puberty.
Thankfully, the ever-lurking medic disciple was nearby, and with the speed of someone used to this exact scenario, patched Han Yu up. Soon, he was good as new—if you ignored the faint, lingering pain and the occasional twitch.
'Man, she's much scarier than Elder Nie Jing,' Han Yu thought, silently swearing to never cross Xu Qing again unless absolutely necessary. Like, if the world was ending. Twice.
"HUMPH!" Xu Qing harrumphed, arms crossed, as she watched Han Yu get bandaged like a discount mummy.
She really wanted to give him another round for good measure, but now wasn't the time. The Appraisal of the recruits was about to begin—and that was serious business.
