"HISS! It hurts! Slow down, Senior Brother!"
In the attic, Wu Wang, with a bruised face, sat in front of the dressing table, while Dong Gao tended to his swollen arm, massaging it to reduce the swelling.
Somehow, Dong Gao found this very satisfying.
This past half year he'd truly been 'bullied' by this little Junior Brother!
Having an astonishing physique was one thing, but having an even more monstrous aptitude filled them with dread. Day after day he harried them with those abstruse questions, making Dong Gao want to ask his little Junior Brother—why can't you wait until you become a Martial Emperor and comprehend these things on your own?
He just had to rub it in, didn't he? Had to keep prodding them!
"HISS—Senior Brother, that hurts! I can do it myself!"
"Bear with it!"
Dong Gao spoke seriously, "A man, especially one destined to stand with his back to the masses, can't cry out in pain over such superficial wounds."
Wu Wang managed an ugly grin.
