Meditating to cultivate? Brother Feng, you might as well try to fool ghosts... Wang Zikai stared at Lin Feng, speechless, silently scorning him.
Wang Zikai, who had already guessed that Lin Feng hadn't been up to anything proper in his room and had even detected a certain illicit, lingering scent on him, felt even more certain of his suspicions.
However, even if Wang Zikai were given ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare to expose Lin Feng's blatant lies to his face. Staring at Lin Feng's eyes with a hint of guilt, Wang Zikai forced an awkward laugh. "COUGH COUGH... Brother Feng, you've worked hard..."
Speaking of which, while the acupuncture Lin Feng had performed on Wang Zikai and the other two might have been brutal, its potential-stimulating effects were actually quite good. At this point, even Yang Ming, the weakest among them, could feel his legs had become considerably stronger.
