"Who cares? He had it coming!" Su Yanran huffed, comfortably crossing her legs. She then stretched languorously, revealing the full extent of her curves.
"Just now—"
Unlike Su Yanran's casual demeanor, Lin Qingyue looked at Qin Lin with suspicion. She couldn't shake the feeling that Master Li's strange behavior was closely connected to him.
"It must have been a coincidence. He probably suffered a cultivation deviation and urgently needed medicinal herbs to suppress his injuries. That's why he was so desperate to compete with us," Qin Lin said, not wanting to worry Lin Qingyue with the truth. "Then, not only did he fail to outbid us, but he also worked himself into such a rage that he coughed up blood."
"Mm."
Lin Qingyue gave a slight nod and didn't press the issue, though she wasn't entirely convinced. Since Qin Lin was unwilling to elaborate, she wouldn't pry.
COUGH. COUGH.
