The silence before the medicine room was broken by a woman's soft laugh.
"...Young Master Wu, what formidable body-tempering skills you have. You have clearly been cultivating for only a short time, yet your body already bears the marks of being hammered and tempered a thousand times."
As she spoke, her peach-blossom eyes fluttered lightly, half teasing, half seductive... This was Jiang Yun's little trick, one that never failed when used on young lads. Every time, it made them blush scarlet, too embarrassed to hide.
Yet Wu Ming merely chuckled softly. "True Person, you flatter me. It's just daily training. If there is anything I have failed to cultivate properly, I hope True Person will not begrudge me your guidance."
His words were as calm as drifting clouds and a light breeze, utterly composed.
For a professional burdened with worries and desperate to return to the Immortal Mansion to verify his thoughts, sealing his heart and locking away desire had long since become second nature. Even if Jiang Yun blinked her eyes blind, she would not shake him in the slightest.
After a brief stalemate, Jiang Yun still had important matters to ask. With a trace of appreciation in her eyes, she hurriedly withdrew the barrier. The old physician outside then saw what had happened and promptly brought Wu Ming his clothes, easing the awkwardness.
As Wu Ming dressed, he asked, "What does True Person need of me?"
"You may not know this, Young Master Wu, but the marks those people placed upon you today may have side effects on one's cognition... To be safe, I need to conduct one further examination."
Wu Ming paused, then nodded. "Please examine me, True Person."
Jiang Yun drew a quiet breath, and Mana gradually gathered in her eyes.
She now saw clearly that