"Senior Brother, you were too careless." Qi Fengyu followed behind Shen Yun and saw Li Geyue kneeling timidly on the ground. A dark glint flashed in his eyes.
"Are your injuries really that bad? You can't even hold a bowl properly," Shen Yun pressed.
He was the one who took Ji Mo Fan, who had fainted, back to his courtyard just now, and he had checked his pulse then.
While they are indeed weak, it shouldn't be to that extent.
"Let's go to Yifeng this afternoon," he couldn't help but ask with concern.
If things continue like this, it would be bad if Ji Mofan's health were to deteriorate before next year's Dao Asking Conference.
Ji Mofan shook his head. "Master, I know my own body well. There's no need to trouble the elders of the Medical Peak."
"This is an order. Are you no longer even listening to your master?" Shen Yun said displeased.
He hasn't gotten any favors from Fan in Jimo lately, and now even his rare act of concern is being turned away.
It's really unpleasant.
Ji Mo Fan seemed oblivious to his tone and stubbornly shook his head. "Master, this disciple is really alright."
“Elder Shen, since Senior Brother insists, let’s not force him,” Qi Fengyu suddenly interjected.
"Our senior brother's cultivation has now reached the Nascent Soul stage, so his physical condition is naturally different from before. He must have his own reasons."
Ji Mofan originally thought he was quite healthy, but after listening to Qi Fengyu's witty remarks, he felt his head start to ache.
That was practically an insult, like pointing a finger at him and calling him ungrateful.
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