Yun Ziliang and Li Changxun went upstairs together, Zhao Wuya also went upstairs, and soon, cries for mercy and pain were heard.
Fifth Senior Brother leaned in front of Zhou Xuan and said, "Little Junior Brother, what do you think, does that kid have a thing for getting beaten up?"
Zhou Xuan couldn't quite pinpoint it either and said, "Ya Zi, that punk is indeed a bit perverse. No matter how harsh the beating, he has to endure it - even if there's no beating, he'd seek one. You'll get used to it."
Before long, the three of them came downstairs, Zhao Wuya's head was deformed from the beating.
Zhao Wuya acted as if nothing was wrong, raised his glass to toast the Eternal Life Sect Leader: "Sect Leader, eat and drink as you like, make yourself at home."
"Little Taoist, your injuries..."
"We're all cultivators, it's inevitable to bump around. As I've said, it's all in the drink." Zhao Wuya tilted his head back and drank it all down.
