I swear I will definitely smash your head

Situ Xuan's shoulders and back were broad, his muscles solid and well proportioned—not the exaggerated lines carved out by deliberate training, but the most practical kind of muscle, grown naturally through countless life-and-death battles.

His waist was tight, the grooves of his abs clearly defined, his V-lines running from the sides of his waist all the way to his lower abdomen. Veins coiled over his arms like dormant horned dragons.

The eyes of the three maids lit up slightly. It was not as if they had never seen the bodies of powerful demons. Those demons' bodies were larger than Situ Xuan's, their muscles even more exaggerated, but those bodies lacked something—something only gained after being tempered by true battle, true life and death, true blood and fire.

Situ Xuan walked to the edge of the bath and tested the water. It was warm, neither hot nor cold, just right for soaking. He stepped into the bath and sat on the steps by the side, letting the warm water rise over his chest.

Interestingly, whether Vassago had specifically instructed it or not, some kind of medicinal herb had been steeped in the pool used for washing. The herbs dissolved in the water, giving off a faint fragrance. It was not a sharp medicinal smell, but a scent that relaxed both body and mind, like the air deep within a forest.

The power of those herbs slowly seeped into his skin, nourishing his flesh. He could feel the medicinal strength moving beneath his skin, like countless warm little hands stroking his injuries. The wounds that still ached faintly slowly eased under the effects of the medicine, and his exhausted muscles regained their elasticity under its nourishment.

The lead maid walked to the edge of the bath, crouched down, and dipped a towel