Fan Qi immediately became restless, wanting to dodge away.
Fan Wubing pressed him down, "Just leave it to me."
Fan Qi was shocked. No matter how he exerted his strength, he couldn't break free. He felt like two mountains were pressing down on him, making it impossible to move. He thought to himself, I'm a Martial Arts Ninth-Grade Grandmaster, not much weaker than a Golden Core Cultivator, so how come I can't even resist?
Soon after, he felt a warm sensation enveloping his waist, as if a hand made of water was gently yet penetratingly massaging back and forth between his muscles, fascia, bones, and meridians.
He suddenly relaxed completely, never feeling so comfortable before. All of his fatigue seemed to dissipate.
Unbeknownst to him, an entire hour passed by.
Fan Qi woke up with a jolt and saw Fan Wubing smiling at him from the side, "What was that just now?"
