Bathroom.
Luo Di was wiping his body with a towel. For the sake of disguise, the wound on his right shoulder, which was pierced by fingers, needed to be preserved.
He didn't harbor much anger or hatred towards his teacher, as in Luo Di's eyes, everyone involved with the orphanage deserved the same treatment.
Looking at the bloodshot pupils in the mirror, Luo Di could only use colors to suppress the killing intent sprawling through his thoughts. He needed to wait for the best opportunity to eradicate the roots.
...
After cleaning up,
while drying his hair with a towel, Luo Di stepped out of the bathroom just to find Wendy kneeling outside the door, holding a medical kit marked with a red cross.
"Master, although you need to maintain the disguise on your shoulder, it might look more natural to bandage it. I've learned first aid at the orphanage, may I help you?"
