The steam-filled bathroom.
Tang Wen lay in the medicinal bath, attended by several maids.
They cut his hair and trimmed his nails.
When the time was up, he stood and rinsed off the dregs of the medicine, which looked like black mud.
He couldn't help but look at his near-perfect body in the mirror and shake his head to himself.
His Constitution was too strong. A Martial Master Level medicinal bath had no effect on him whatsoever.
"Young Master, are you feeling alright? As you instructed, we doubled the amount of medicinal ingredients in today's bath."
The housekeeper gazed at his powerful physique, her eyes filled with fervent adoration.
'If not for the ever-present fear of being killed by the Hall Master, she would have pounced on him on the very first day!'
'Sigh, Young Master Tang Wen, why aren't you a little more proactive?'
'A beckoning finger, even just a look would be enough.'
After the maids helped him dress, Tang Wen frowned and said, "It's not enough."
