"You didn't think it was as simple as just carrying me on your back, did you?"
"I'm just a little cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Realm; I can't provide that kind of service," Wang Mu said, turning around and shaking his head.
At this moment, a crisp gurgle sounded from the spring.
It was obvious Mu Hongyuan had stepped into the spring.
A strange fragrance invaded his nostrils.
"I don't care." Mu Hongyuan's eyes curved with amusement. "Brother Mu, get ready to give your sister a shoulder rub. Being on your back for three months has left me a bit sore."
"…" Wang Mu.
The Spirit Spring was crystal clear. Even on Tianluo Mountain, it was considered drinkable spirit liquid. To enter the spring for a soak was practically a form of pollution. But then again…
"Come on, hurry up."
The seductive voice kept coming. The delightful notes of her voice trickled into his ears, making them difficult to resist.
