Comeback of The Clumsy Yao Wuxie

"Powerful man, is it comfortable enough?" A Tongtian Sect disciple asked as he massaged Lin Fan’s toes tenderly with a smile on his face. Those moves, that strength level... If he had not experienced it for himself, Lin Fan would not have believed that a sect disciple could possess such impressive massaging skills.

"Not bad, well-practiced moves indeed. Not bad, not bad." Lin Fan praised as he laid down on a beach chair. Lin Fan carried with him all sorts of daily necessities all the time. This feeling right now of being treated like a God by these disciples was heavenly indeed.

Both of his toes were being cared for tenderly by two disciples. Both legs were being massaged as well. None of his hands were idle either. As for his shoulders, he was attended to by two female disciples of the Xianling Sect on his right and left.