"Mm~ hss... a bit lighter, a bit lighter."
Dutifully, the pressure was eased.
Elbow pressed between the trapezius and anterior scalene muscles, continuously massaging. The girl sat on the bed in a duck-like sitting posture, which looked slightly comical.
"Senior Brother, is this pressure okay?"
"A bit up, yes, yes, right there, perfect, hss~."
Took another cold breath.
Laid on the bed like a dead pig in a typical manner.
This scene seemed to have happened countless times. Since Mr. Jiang started cultivating, it seems he often ended up fighting others to a stalemate, half-dead. After yesterday's battle, Mr. Jiang chose to concede, giving Yuzhu Peak and the various Peak Masters face, and chose to leave.
Looking dashing from behind with a slight illusion of an unmatched solitary master, but in reality, upon returning home...
It turned out like this.
