Hearing Li Feng's words, the other female disciples became even more worried.
After all, this was their benefactor who had saved their lives and allowed them to continue walking the path of seeking the Dao.
Such a favor was so immense that they didn't know how to repay him.
If Li Feng really died from his manhood exploding, they would probably gain heart demons for the rest of their lives.
Ning Jianli went silent for a moment before she kneeled down in front of Li Feng and moved the rag away.
The hard, veiny flesh was revealed to the air, in front of her face.
Instead of shyness or shame, she simply frowned as she examined that flesh and tilted it slightly with her delicate finger, checking it from all angles for its condition.
Li Feng blinked at this.
'So direct!'
But then he remembered there was a spectator in the distance, and he quickly erected an illusion formation.
