Xu Xiaoshou headed east.
Because Yuan Tou was listening, he said he was heading westward. The fellow was probably going to hunt him down again. But, with the misinformation he'd just fed him, he might not be able to find him at all in three days.
Tianxuan Gate was a big place, after all.
He hummed a quiet tune, and, as he occasionally pulled his fingertip out of his palm, he could feel himself growing used to the pleasure rippling through his body.
In an attempt to stop relying on pain to distract himself from the pleasure, he yanked his fingertip completely out of his palm.
"Nngh!"
It still felt a little unbearable. Something strange was happening to his body again.
He steeled himself, bore the discomfort, and continued marching forward, no longer inflicting pain on himself.
