After leaving the Pavilion of Transmission, Lin Yuan's heart was troubled over You Xiaozhong's injuries.
He immediately turned around and headed straight toward You Xiaozhong's room.
"Senior brother, how is the situation?" Lin Yuan pushed the door open and entered, seeing the bruises on You Xiaozhong's face slightly fading.
He finally let out a long sigh of relief; fortunately, You Xiaozhong only had superficial injuries and there were no hidden damages left.
"Junior brother Lin! Ah, no, senior brother Lin." You Xiaozhong called out as soon as he saw Lin Yuan enter.
But wearing the distinctive black robe of the elite disciples, his gaze paused, realizing that Lin Yuan was no longer the same and calling him junior brother Lin might not be appropriate.
"Senior brother You, there's no need to be so formal with me." Lin Yuan's face darkened, saying in a stern voice.
"Hehe." You Xiaozhong chuckled foolishly.
This was the Lin junior brother he knew well, still so genuine.
