"How was it, Old Jin!"
After a quick break of a dozen minutes, Yun You left the arena, and bounced back to Old Jin's side.
"I didn't embarrass you, right?"
The girl stood with her hands on her hips, ignoring Li Cang who was dejected nearby, lifted her small head proudly, and said, "Even though the process was somewhat arduous, I won in the end~"
"Hmm."
Old Jin nodded lightly.
But he didn't directly praise Yun You, instead he surveyed the girl's arms, legs, and shoulders, and then fell silent for a moment before asking softly, "Does it hurt?"
"Uh..."
Yun You scratched her head.
"It's alright, didn't I just get healed after we finished fighting?"
The girl's voice was a little small, not quite confident either.
In truth, she was still in some pain.
Her shoulders, wrists, and calves were sliced up by blades, with blood splattered everywhere—claiming it didn't hurt was totally nonsense.
