"Alright, I said rest and we shall rest."
Ling Feng stepped forward and snatched the stone block from Deng Yongshi's hands, casually tossing it aside, and spoke indifferently, "Look at you, you've been busy all day. Go clean up first, then have dinner. Your meridians are sealed now, and you're no more than a Mortal Body. You need to balance work with rest."
"Oh..." Watching Ling Feng's serious expression, Deng Yongshi bit her teeth, unable to muster even half a thought of retort.
Ling Feng nodded, then reached out and grabbed Deng Yongshi's palm, seeing the cracked and bleeding skin, he shook his head slightly.
"Hey, what are you doing!" Deng Yongshi, suddenly having her palm grabbed by Ling Feng, immediately tried to withdraw her hand like a startled rabbit.
"Don't move!" Ling Feng looked up and glared at Deng Yongshi, scaring her into not daring to move recklessly.
