Jiangli gave Xia Xin a blank look and then exerted strength in his right hand.
The next second, a piercing pain surged from his ankle and instantly swept through his entire body.
Xia Xin immediately screamed in agony, "Holy shit! It hurts! It hurts!"
Jiangli stood up and patted non-existent dust from his hands, saying numbly, "If it hurts, that means it's fine."
Only then did Xia Xin realize Jiangli was setting his bone.
But it was so painfully intense!
Xia Xin hissed, but the initial sharp pain quickly dissipated, and his ankle immediately felt much better, not as uncomfortable as before.
He exhaled slowly, the sensation of pain gradually subsided, "Ancestor, you, you could have at least warned me before you did that, it really killed me!"
Jiangli clicked his tongue, "If you can't even handle this little pain, maybe you should consider quitting Jiaoyang Temple."
Xia Xin: "..."
Who decided that disciples of Jiaoyang Temple had to be able to endure pain?
