"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Pei Yan, who was sprawled like a puddle of soft mud on a massage chair he had crafted, emitted rhythmic quivering sounds under the vigorous massage of the machine beneath him. After a day and night of scheming and a fierce battle, he felt utterly exhausted. After briefing Xiang Zixiong on the matters he needed to attend to and returning to the Immortal Palace investigation team's base, he plunged into the massage chair, unwilling to move an inch.
Bang! Pei Yan felt a weight on his chest. Without looking, he knew it was a bottle placed there. He unscrewed the cap, took a large gulp, and casually placed it on the adjacent table, then lazily opened his mouth, "Don't bother me! I'm almost dead from exhaustion! Even if the sky falls, let it wait until I'm recovered for a day."
