"If you can't stand it, don't disturb others. Being a hindrance on your sister's path to immortality—how could you bear that?"
"Cough, cough."
Ye Qinghan's cheeks immediately flushed a deep red, and he embarassingly closed his mouth.
"Master said all you need to do is keep silent; your posture doesn't matter."
Mo Canglan patted his shoulder and then sat back down in a cross-legged position, closing his eyes and ignoring him.
Ye Qinghan sat in silence for a moment before awkwardly standing up and once again attempting to sit cross-legged.
Soon enough, he collapsed again but managed to sustain the pain and numbness without making a sound.
After repeated attempts, he felt a response from his body—an intense heat burst forth from within him, running through his limbs and gradually enveloping his entire body.
"Ah!"
Despite his efforts to tolerate it, he couldn't prevent a scream of agony as he rolled on the ground in pain.
