Next Morning
Wang Ming had stayed inside the massage parlor for the night, Dual Cultivating with his partners instead of returning to his residence.
"Why hasn't the door opened? Isn't it time for business?" said a female disciple with irritation in her voice. Not only she, but all the female disciples who had arrived in front of his door were getting impatient.
"Hey, don't be impatient. If the effects of his massage are true, then I am willing to wait for a few months as well," said another female disciple.
"I only came because you dragged me here. I still find it hard to believe that a massage can increase one's cultivation by that much. Are you sure Senior Shang Rui's cultivation has increased?" asked another female disciple, doubt evident in her eyes.
