'Oh f*ck!'
Ye Lingchen's face turned green and he dashed toward the bathroom like a gust of wind.
There were three urgent reasons for a person to go to the toilet, but that was more than urgent—it was basically trying to kill him!
Cultivation! It was none other than Cultivation! Could it be his bodily refinement? The removal of all useless residue?
As a prodigy, his body had undergone tremendous tempering through thousands of ways. Was there still so much that had to be removed? Did it have to come so violently?
Ye Lingchen had no time to think. He took a deep breath, held it in forcibly until he reached the bathroom door, then rushed in.
"Phew, this feels good..."
Ye Lingchen let out a long sigh of relief. He managed to get in at the last minute, otherwise he would have had to face overwhelming embarrassment.
His brows then wrinkled slightly after that because it was a hell of a stink.
