Chapter 28: There's so much silver_1
Zhao Dun chuckled, consoling:
"Cry if you will, an easy path doesn't lie ahead for anyone following the martial arts way."
Like an iron pressing against his skin, the large hand gradually moved. Huang An let out a painful scream before tightly closing his mouth.
He could bear it. After all, the pain was relatively lighter compared to the torment of cancer day in and day out for the past two years.
Most importantly, Huang An knew that the pain was temporary. If he gritted his teeth, this would pass.
However, Huang An quickly stopped his aimless thoughts. The areas touched by the searing palm felt as if they were stung by chili peppers, or more accurately, by leaves from a gold skin tree, with pain and itchiness coming from inside out.
Wherever the master's palm moved, pain followed.
But gradually, Huang An's furrowed brow began to relax.
After the pain came a sensation, almost perversely soothing.