"Huh?"
For a moment, Jiang Feng wondered if there was a problem with his ears.
He wanted to lift his hand to dig it out, but before he could move, a sharp pain transmitted from his arm, pulling every other part of his body, causing beads of sweat to cover his forehead.
Right now, he was barely conscious, far from being well. The muscles of his body were completely torn into pieces, and what once were strong, powerful muscles now resembled boiled chicken breast, crumbling at a touch, and his tendons felt like cooked noodles, soft and easily snapped.
Seeing the sweat on his junior brother's forehead, Liu Tangxi slightly curled up the corners of her mouth, seemingly taking delight in his misfortune.
Ever since Jiang Feng officially joined the Purple Cloud Palace, this junior brother had been a bit too smooth sailing.
