No way! People with hemorrhoids couldn't possibly sit motionless in a chair the whole time!
In just a few seconds, Zhou Li realized that the man in front of him wasn't truly suffering from hemorrhoids, but was in some sense "imitating" the condition.
Damn your dam, can even this be acted out?
No way!
Zhou Li suddenly thought, there was only one kind of person who would need to imitate all of someone's habits, including their maladies, even such indescribable illness.
The damned Painted Skinned Sect!
This time, without any hesitation and not a single moment's doubt, Zhou Li instantly flashed through the gap. The noise of his arrival evidently startled Zhao Xin, who was just finished changing his hemorrhoid medicine, and before Zhao Xin could react, his face was covered in a lump of white ash.
"Earth Escape: Lime in the face!"
