"Ah?" Chu Lingfeng looked at her, utterly flabbergasted.
"I... Master... I didn't think that much..."
He looked completely at a loss.
Chu Lingfeng really hadn't thought too much, just wanted to desperately enhance his strength.
Thus, when those people beat him up, and he could absorb less power, he thought about letting them chop him with weapons.
He never considered what he would do if he accidentally died in the arena.
In his view, the master was so good to him and even saved him and his mother; for the master, dying in the Martial Arts Arena was no matter at all.
So he fought with all his might.
But he never thought, if he died in the Martial Arts Arena, how would he repay and protect his master afterward?
Thinking of this, Chu Lingfeng lowered his head in disappointment: "Master, I'm sorry."
"Knowing your mistake is good." Luo Qingtong glanced at him and tossed a bottle of Medicine Liquid to him, "Drink this medicine. What happened to those medicines you had?"
