"What's wrong?" Yang Qinglan noticed his expression.
Regardless of whether Guanyin was real or not, adhering to the philosophy of "if you don't do it, you won't be wrong," Li Changzhou hid the matter.
He said, "I'm learning a divine skill called 'Divine Soul of Buzhou Mountain,' and it's quite difficult."
"Just relax when you bathe, stop thinking about those things."
Li Changzhou smiled and said, "I'm already relaxed when I'm alone with you, I must use the other times well to stay like before."
Yang Qinglan smiled, rolled up her sleeves, and extended her pale hands to massage Li Changzhou's shoulders.
Li Changzhou sighed contentedly, "I've instantly arrived in Heaven."
"Buddha took Western Heaven away, and Heaven was probably taken by Jehovah too," Yang Qinglan whispered, her fingers brushing across his chest.
Li Changzhou naturally reacted.
"How's the medicine?" Yang Qinglan couldn't see clearly through the green medicinal liquid.