This was nothing.
He silently told himself that this was nothing.
Compared to the era of the Dark Turmoil, those years spent teetering between life and death every day, and the moments when he watched his closest kin leave him one by one, this was nothing.
Although a certain humiliation had been carved deeply into the rectum of his body, compared to the cruelty of the Dark Turmoil, it truly was nothing.
Nothing...
A long while later, Old Jiang finally leaned against a tree trunk and walked out from the shadows.
At this moment, Tian Peng was sitting by the stream, dealing with some river fish he had just hauled out of the water... Tian Peng had not started a fire. Instead, after cleaning the fish, he carefully sliced them into thin pieces and arranged them on a smooth stone.
Good heavens, this fellow was unexpectedly a refined pervert.
"Are you feeling better?" Tian Peng raised his head and revealed a kind smile.
That damn sense of familiarity!
Old Jiang took a deep breath and expressionlessly tossed the little medicine bottle back in front of Tian Peng.
"The wounds caused by Ji Fa's Great Sun Treasure Body won't heal that easily." Tian Peng shook his head and bounced the bottle back. "Believe me, you'll still need it."
Only the dead could keep a secret forever.
The ruins would be perfect. If Tian Peng died inside the ruins, then even the Ninth Prison could not take away his Three Souls and Seven Spirits... Then no one would know this secret besides that beast-like thug, Ji Fa.
But Old Jiang quickly gave up on the idea. At the critical moment between life and death, Tian Peng could simply crush his ring and leave... Crush his ring!
The thought caused another inexplicable pang