True Essence Guidance, Sparks at the Fingertips

Land of Rivers, inside the medicinal bath chamber of Cold Smoke Pavilion.

Steam hung thick as a white cocoon, heavily enveloping the two of them.

Heated by the high temperature, the medicinal fragrance in the pool not only seeped into their nostrils, but also bored through every opened pore and into the gaps between their bones.

Ye Tian leaned halfway against the warm bluestone wall. His plain undershirt had long been soaked through, clinging to him like a translucent cicada wing.

"Sit still. Don't move around."

Standing behind Ye Tian, Tsunade tried hard to keep her voice cold, but the slight tremor within it betrayed her current state of mind.

Because she needed to perform extensive deep-pressure massage, she had rolled her dark green bathrobe up to her elbows, revealing forearms as pale as jade yet filled with astonishing explosive strength.

"Cough, cough... Lady Tsunade, your hands are too cold." Ye Tian kept his eyes closed, his face resting against the edge of the bluestone.

"That's the condensation reaction from the medicine. Endure it!"

Tsunade bit her red lip and abruptly pressed both hands against the center of Ye Tian's back.

Beneath her hands was the young man's slender but flawlessly sculpted back, its lines as smooth as a work of art.

The taut firmness of his flesh, honed through years of cultivation, made even Tsunade, a medical master who had seen it all, feel her palms grow faintly hot.

"Hiss—easy there. Are you trying to crush my spine so you can eat the meat?" Ye Tian suddenly arched forward.

"The stagnant blood is blocked there. If it doesn't disperse, don't even think about standing again for the rest of your life."

Though Tsunade did not spare him verbally, the force in her hands unconsciously eased a little.

Her broad