Outside the room, Zhou Qingyun paced back and forth, his handsome face filled with worry.
Ziying couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, do you really believe in Mr. Jun? He looks so young."
Zhou Qingyun gazed at her, a hint of concern creasing his brow. "Ziying, please refrain from making such comments, especially in the presence of Mr. Jun. In both cultivation and medicine, 'talent' is a crucial factor. Without innate talent, no matter how many years of study one undergoes, they will remain an average practitioner."
Ziying bit her lip and said with a hint of sorrow, "This servant is just worried about the Lady's well-being. After all, with the Lady's current condition, she can't afford any mishaps."
"I understand. If there's another incident, I won't be lenient," Zhou Qingyun replied sternly.
"I know I was wrong. I won't make the same mistake again!" Ziying replied, her voice filled with dejection.