Seeing Lian Chengyu reaching a key moment in his cultivation progress, Zhao Tiezhu purposely took a large fan to fan at the flames.
The fire was so large that the flames were about to burn Lian Chengyu’s hair.
“Young master Lian, do you feel good?” smiled Zhao Tiezhu excitedly.
Lian Chengyu could no longer say a word. He had gritted his teeth so tight to the point of his teeth chipping. Besides his tightly clenched fists, his skin was boiled to the point of cracking. Yet, he did not obtain the desired effect.
“What happened?” Lian Chengyu thought angrily. Under Zhao Tiezhu’s special treatment, his body was about to melt.