Liu Mang had been listening all along, and when he heard Qin Yaohua's words, he felt both disgusted and relieved.
Before, he was quite annoyed with Liaofan, that gluttonous, lecherous monk. You'd think someone chanting Amitabha all the time would keep clear of women, but he was shamelessly lustful.
But now, Liu Mang thought Liaofan was adorably naive.
Hadn't Liu Mang's palm strike injured Qin Yaohua yesterday, he himself might have been pushed down by that century-old witch by now.
Just the thought of it made Liu Mang nauseous enough to vomit.
Fortunately, he really owed Liaofan for this.
But before Liu Mang could rejoice for long, Qin Yaohua spoke again, "Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I've guided you, Xue Niang, in the methods of rejuvenation. Perform it today, so I can see how well you've mastered it."
Liu Mang was dumbfounded. This old hag was really too perverted.
Li Xueniang was even more shocked.
