Qi Badao scratched his head, having never spoken to such a gentle person in eight lifetimes, hesitated a moment before asking, "Can the scar on my face be treated?"
Even after saying it, Qi Badao felt a bit embarrassed.
Fei Ye laughed softly, "I wondered what it was, I can mix a scar soothing ointment to lighten it a bit, but to completely remove it isn't easy. However, I think it adds to your charm."
Qi Badao smiled like a fool.
After the inspection, an Inner Hall disciple led Qi Badao to receive a pile of supplies, including paper and pen, which truly astonished Qi Badao.
He could read and write, but only just enough for everyday use. It was something he was forced to learn by Li Xin back in the Celestial Capital for managing the gang, and he found it harder than fighting. But as a gangster with ambitions, he learned it.
Sure enough, when he saw Zhou Xu again, it was indeed time for class.
