Once again, he was amazed by these kids' talents. It was no wonder they were heirs to their clans and automatic candidates to become the disciples of the Demon Lord. They were forced to be reckoned with.
Half an hour later, Dasom slowed her movements and called the blood back into her body. The cuts on her palm remained, but she removed an ointment that she applied right after she cut herself. This helped with the healing process and prevented infections.
Wooyun watched as he opened the lid and stood. He reached for the ointment, offering to help her apply it. "It's the least I can do after that performance you put on," he joked.
"Performance? That wasn't much of anything."
"There's no need to be humble, martial sister. What you just did isn't something many people can accomplish."
She smiled pleasedly and watched as he carefully spread the medicine. Once he was done, he returned it to her
with a smile.
