Zhang Tie slept through his drunkenness until broad daylight. When he woke, he felt his blood and qi flowing in perfect harmony, his mind clear and spirits full. His entire body was somehow in peak condition. After last night, Zhang Tie felt that his understanding of martial arts had advanced another step. Whether it was the Iron-Blood Divine Fist, swordsmanship, even the use of battle qi and his insights into One Scene Per Step, everything suddenly carried the exhilarating feeling of complete mastery. That Fish-Dragon Dance had also been the finest performance of Zhang Tie's life.
Only after waking did Zhang Tie discover that his head was pillowed on Linda's full, snow-white thighs. Linda was gently massaging his temples with both hands, her fingers carrying the fragrance of botanical essential oils. It was incomparably comfortable. When she saw Zhang Tie open his eyes, she knew he was awake and stopped what she was doing.
"Ah, you're awake..."
"Where are Fiona and the others?" Zhang Tie looked around and found no one else in the bedroom. Fiona was gone as well.
"Fiona said she wanted to see how the maids in the castle worked, so she dragged Beverly along with her!"
Zhang Tie smiled. Fiona and Beverly had never lived in a castle before, so it was natural for them to be curious. When all was said and done, the two of them probably still had the temperament of children.
Zhang Tie climbed out of bed, and Linda rose as well, pulling the room's bell cord. Before long, maids filed in one after another, carrying Zhang Tie's clothes and his morning washing supplies.
In just five or six minutes, without Zhang Tie having to lift much of a hand himself, he had been washed, groomed, and dressed. Catching the women's furtive