"Mm... Fine! Since you want me to slap you too, make your vow!" Nie Yun feigned a moment of hesitation, then said as if steeling himself.
"I, Longxi, swear that as long as His Majesty Nie Yun helps me completely expel this poison, I will never raise a hand against him for the rest of my life. If I break this vow, may I never be able to advance to the Secret Realm!"
Fearing the young man would go back on his word, Longxi hurriedly spoke, repeating the same oath as Moh Wudao.
"Good. Let's begin!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Seeing that he had made his vow, Nie Yun stepped forward, assumed the most comfortable stance, and once again let his hands fly, left and right. The flurry of slaps was like a raging storm, and it felt incredibly satisfying.
His Majesty Longxi's poison was quite deep, requiring more than two hundred slaps before it was completely purged.
