"Enough. I think you aren't hurting enough. Brother Ting, the military physician is already waiting. Are we going or not?" Wei Ling stepped forward carrying a clean outer robe. When his gaze fell upon the mangled, bloody mess of a wound on Zhongli Ting's back, his pupils constricted sharply. He couldn't help but frown, muttering, "This is so severe... I'm afraid it's going to scar."
Upon hearing this, Zhongli Ting raised an eyebrow and remarked, "What is there for a man to fear? Scars are just tokens of merit."
"Ones earned on the battlefield are tokens of merit. What does your old self count this as?" Wei Ling sneered. "When you finally get married, on your wedding night, if your esteemed wife asks about it, will you really have the nerve to tell her it was from a punishment?"
Chapter 65