Jiang Wuyue’s Complaint

'I must work hard to cultivate. I can only protect her better by being stronger. Once I've attained a certain level, she won't have to leave me even if she's recovered her memory.'

When he thought about this, Tang Wulin was filled with motivation. He contacted Jiang Wuyue at the first opportune moment, just so he could subject himself to his beating…

"Why is it that I'm the one beating you, but I'm also the one who's sore all over whereas you're fine as if I didn't hit you at all? What's your body made of?" Jiang Wuyue grumbled.

He initially enjoyed beating up Tang Wulin. As time went on, he noticed that the one who was beaten was unaffected, while he himself was tired beyond means. Tang Wulin was not a human at all! Even when he hit him with an attack that should have shattered steel, the most he could do was leave a small mark on his body. Also, when they met again the next day, the wound would have healed already.