Liuwu Xie felt incredibly awkward. He tried several times, but each attempt was futile. The tearing sensation from his meridians was excruciating, making him writhe in agony. If he continued practicing like this, his body would surely be torn apart.,The weak meridians, like greedy gluttonous insects, frantically devour the liquid. The silt within slowly dissolves, and a feeling of comfort spreads throughout the body.,The madame was over forty, her face plastered with thick rouge. The cloying perfume she wore was almost overpowering, and her expression, a ghastly mask of death, made people recoil in disgust. She stood before Liu WuXie, shouting and gesticulating wildly.。