1921 Virtual Reality?

If she really was slapped, what would become of her dignity?

With a trembling body, Xue Qin hurriedly turned to the gray-robed young man and pleaded, "Senior, you mustn't listen to that fellow's nonsense! He's just spewing a load of cr*p! Until we really forge the Nurturing Yang Pill according to his instructions, we won't know if what he's saying is the right answer…"

But before she could finish her words, the gray-robed young man had also turned to face her, and with three swift strokes, he slapped her thrice.

Forehand, pah! Backhand, pah! Forehand, pah!

Every single strike echoed loudly into the surroundings. The young lady's smooth and delicate skin immediately began swelling up.

"Is that enough for you?" The gray-robed young man gazed at Zhang Xuan coldly with his hands behind his back.