Having returned home, the weary Jiang Shouzhong took off his blood-stained clothes and heated some water to wash himself.
He had been sweating all over after tossing and turning the whole night.
Nurtured by the Taoist River Map, the wound on his back no longer troubled him, leaving only a slight sting.
Just as Jiang Shouzhong was about to remove his clothes, he suddenly thought of something and said to the air, "Master Mengniang, the hot water is ready. Do you need to bathe?"
A figure clad in red materialized inside the room.
Gazing at the steaming hot bath tub, Mengniang said indifferently, "You and I are merely collaborators. I am not your maid, and you are not my servant. There's no need to heat water for me. From now on, I can use cold water myself."
Jiang Shouzhong thought to himself that the water was heated for me, but he still sincerely said:
