Deep in the mountains of the Land of Rivers, within a secret waystation, inside the specially designed medicinal bath chamber at the very heart of Cold Smoke Pavilion.
Steam, like a thick white cocoon, filled the space so completely that it was airtight. In the medicinal pool, Spirit Spring water mixed with hundreds of precious herbs, bubbling with dark greenish-blue bubbles. The exotic fragrance was so rich it nearly condensed into droplets and trickled down the stone walls.
"Mm..."
Ye Tian leaned weakly against the bluestone wall of the pool and let out an extremely faint, languid groan.
At this moment, his face was pale as paper, and his long hair clung wetly to his collarbones. To others, he was the "frail immortal" who had battled Pain at Tenchi Bridge and forcibly depleted his lifespan to save Konoha; but within his own Divine Sense, this was called paid leave, perfectly reasonable "work injury recuperation."
"Gentler..." Ye Tian closed his eyes and naturally tilted his old face back.
Behind him, Tsunade's bonelessly soft hands, yet hands that contained tremendous strength, pressed precisely against the back of his neck. To make "transferring energy to heal his injuries" easier, she wore only a black semi-transparent mesh undershirt. Dampened by the vapor, the originally fitted fabric had nearly become a transparent film, thoroughly imprinting the outline of that "great righteousness," enough to make any Foundation Establishment cultivator suffer qi deviation on the spot, against Ye Tian's back.
With her heavy breaths, waves of warm air mixed with the fresh scent of vegetation and a mature woman's body heat continually washed over Ye Tian's ear.
"Bastard, shut up."
Tsunade bit her red lips, her cheeks flushed crimson. It was impossible to tell whether it was from the steam or Ye Tian's restless head rubbing against