Lan Zhan's frowns at the bruise that he gently rubs over the marks he made on his skin. But then when he steps back, his expression reveals nothing. Instead, he closes his eyes and bows in apology, even though Wei Ying's forgiveness is sincere and heartfelt.

"I will think of proper lessons to teach Wei Ying properly in a spar next time." He speaks soft and low. "If Wei Ying is eager to learn."