"Huff—huff—"
Lin Wan felt like she couldn't even move a pinky.
"I feel like you're getting stronger."
Feeling Lu Zheng's warm hand, Lin Wan shifted slightly, to both aid his movement and enjoy herself.
"I don't want to move at all..."
"Hehe, can't help it, your husband is just that strong," Lu Zheng chuckled.
His Dao practice has surpassed a thousand years, and he also cultivates True Dragon Martial Dao. He occasionally drinks some Red Centipede Spirit Spleen Wine, so his combat power has long exploded. Even if Liu Qingyan and Shen Ying join forces, they're at a disadvantage, only occasionally managing a draw.
Let alone Lin Wan, her cultivation is only comparable to Wang Xiaowan. If she didn't also practice martial arts, she wouldn't even withstand Lu Zheng's first two rounds.
So, even though Lin Wan often initiates attacks, she ends up being the first to lose most of the time.
