"Young Master, is this comfortable?"
"Hmm, not bad. Your technique has improved. Use a bit more strength, and slow down the rhythm."
"Okay!"
「Annihilation Sect Master's Sleeping Chamber.」
Wu Wang lay on the soft cushion in the center of the round pool while Lin Suqing, holding two small wooden mallets, pummeled his broad back.
Outside the main gate, Dongfang Mumu sat on the arched bridge, resting her chin in her hands as she watched Xing Tian wrestling with a few of the Annihilation Sect's body cultivators. She sighed softly, her small face etched with melancholy.
Lin Suqing glanced outside and sent a sound transmission, "Young Master, Mumu has been in low spirits."
"How could she not be? No one even knows where her grandmother was taken."
