Chapter 8 - Painting On Immortal Patterns Before Descending The Mountain
When Su Xuan and Li Guanqi arrived in the backyard, Su Xuan picked up a brush and sat behind a table. Li Guanqi instinctively took off his top and sat with his back facing Su Xuan.
Su Xuan said softly, “This will be our last time. Bear with me.”
Li Guanqi grinned. “Just do it, Grandfather. It’s not my first time doing this, anyway. I can take it.”
With a smile and paternal affection, Su Xuan lightly slapped Li Guanqi’s head. “You brat.”
Using the brush, he started to paint mysterious patterns on Li Guanqi’s back. Li Guanqi stayed as still as a boulder while the tip of the brush slid across his back. However, cold sweat sprouted from his forehead, and he occasionally let out a deep groan.
Li Guanqi endured the inhuman agony mostly in silence, though sometimes he could not help but groan in pain. If the medicinal bath was like needles piercing into his body, this was like having his flesh cut out from his bones. The sharp pain was a hundred times worse than the medicinal bath.
Two hours later, Su Xuan finally retracted the brush from Li Guanqi’s back. The patterns were finally connected, glowing with a strange blood-red light beneath the moonlight.
Seeing this, Su Xuan broke into a smile of relief and blurted, “It’s finally done! You brat, weren’t you afraid I was going to hurt you? You trusted me that much?”
Li Guanqi remained silent for quite a while, recovering from the agony he had endured. Then, he turned and grinned at Su Xuan. “Grandfather, if you wanted to hurt me, you would not have gone into the mountains to gather spiritual herbs for me all these years. You would have just left me to freeze in that street eight years ago...”
As Li Guanqi put his clothes back on, he hung his head and said, “Grandfather...”
“Mm? What is it?”