Brilliant Commanding General

Sivan still felt a little guilty; she knew that although Tier 1 cultivators were much stronger than ordinary humans, their pain tolerance was about the same. 

Furthermore, this young attendant was someone sheltered from the wind and rain, his talent didn't lay in his strength but in his head. Thus, she thought that Leonardo was putting on a brave front to keep her from feeling bad, which touched her heart. 

Leonardo didn't think that deeply about it though. 

He truly didn't feel any pain from something as simple as a dislocated wrist, not to mention that he did it to himself intentionally. If he didn't, it would draw suspicion from the Military Advisor; what kind of a Tier 1 cultivator could shrug off the strong grip of a Tier 3 cultivator? As expected, the spiritual sense that focused on Leonardo and Sivan suddenly vanished into thin air. 

"Sister Si—…"