"Do you have some kind of problem?"
"Yes."
"Can it be cured?"
"I'm working on it."
"For someone like you, having a few issues is normal. If you were too healthy, it would actually seem a bit out of place."
"You sure talk a lot, it's annoying. Let's bet, shall we?"
Zhao Yi wiped off, tied the towel around his neck, and pulled hard.
"Uh..."
He really pulled hard, turning his face red, and only let go when it was about to turn purple.
He stood up and walked out of the room.
Mr. Tian looked at his young master's haggard expression and couldn't help but wonder if the two had a fight earlier?
The young man was so weak, yet he could still make the young master look like this. This injury was indeed pretended!
Zhao Yi stood at the railing, and below, Xue Liangliang was engaged in a long conversation with those two from the Corpse Gu Sect.
Xue Liangliang was sharing his experiences.
