Ji Li could not recall how many times he had slapped himself. He was already light-headed from being struck repeatedly. Even worse, the two others beside him were also spanked when they tried to intervene.
From an onlookers' point of view, Ji Li had simply gone mad. Not only was he torturing himself, he wouldn't even allow others to stop his crazy behavior.
The two servants who were hit by Ji Li dared not confront him again. They timidly retreated to the side, staring at that swollen face with a heavy heart.
Steward's blows were heavy—as expected from that of a cultivation practitioner. Just those two slaps nearly knocked their teeth out.
The servants were already grimacing in pain from two mere slaps—it could only be imagined just how much pain Ji Li was enduring from the hundreds of blows he had inflicted upon himself.
He clearly understood now, the helpless torment of being beaten nearly to death by himself.
