Lin Xuan stood there bristling and glaring, while the two girls stood to the side, saying all kinds of soothing words.
In the end, what else could Lin Xuan do?
Obediently admit he was unlucky, of course!
He followed the two girls back to the cultivation cave.
He could not even sit on a stool. Lin Xuan's fleshly body had indeed been tempered through a thousand hammers and a hundred refinings, but Xiao Die's Supernatural Power was no joke either.
The injury could not be called anything extraordinary, but without ten days or half a month, he could forget about recovering.
All along the way, Lin Xuan was fuming. How had he managed to be unlucky to this extent?
Of course, there was some comfort too. At least that little fox had not spoken nonsense; both women were safe and sound, and had met with no disaster.
They said a short parting was sweeter than a new marriage, but with Lin Xuan in his current state, there was no way to be intimate. He could only sit knee to knee with Yue'er and have a long talk, recounting everything that had happened since they parted.
The years drifted on; time passed easily. In the blink of an eye, more than three months had passed since Lin Xuan entered that valley, yet Nailong True Person and the others waiting outside showed not the slightest impatience.
Do not misunderstand. It was not that he had especially good patience.
Rather, this handsome fellow of ours knew how to amuse himself.
More than a thousand zhang outside the valley, a painted pleasure boat hovered in the air.
This painted pleasure boat was splendid and magnificent, and had actually been built from Spirit-Nurturing Wood.
It was a hundred zhang long, comfortable and spacious.
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