The red liquid inside the Big Cauldron has become thinner because Qin Yi is frantically absorbing it.
Ning Tian retracted his head, muttering, "This kid has remarkable perseverance. I was worried he couldn't hold on."
"You're overthinking. Do you think everyone is as delicate as you?" Qin Mu's lips curled up slightly as he teasingly looked at the bruised young man and said.
Ning Tian touched his face, grimacing in pain, "Qin, how many times have I told you? Don't hit the face when you fight. My stunning beauty has been ruined by you. How will I ever mix again?"
"Stunning beauty?" Qin Mu sneered, "I'm afraid only beauty apps can save your looks."
Ning Tian was so angry that his teeth itched, but he couldn't win.
"Old Qin, do you know what this behavior is called?"
"What?"
"Brute force, when you can't reason with others, bullying by relying on your higher cultivation."
Qin Mu snorted, "Now you know why chopping boards aren't revered?"
