You know what, Shen Xinglan actually buys into this.
One sentence made Shen Xinglan vomit blood.
Xing Lan, this child... still too straightforward.
Shen Boyu extends his left hand, a wave of azure light spreads out, enveloping Shen Xinglan's entire body.
A large amount of Yin Yang Power flows into Shen Xinglan's body, helping him adjust his qi, repairing his meridians.
Shen Xinglan feels his body languid, like soaking in warm seawater.
The chaotic qi rushing inside his body quickly stabilizes, calms down, thousands of streams return to the sea, and disperse again into countless tributaries, entering those dry meridians.
Even the pain in his chest dissipates significantly, as if it were someone else's ribs that broke.
Shen Xinglan closes his eyes, instantly becoming serene.
"Sharp-tongued." Shen Boyu looks at Tang Fei, says calmly, "Unfortunately, words can't change anything, fists can."
He doesn't regard Tang Fei highly.
