The bottle had an antique feel to it, and inside were some dark red ointments that emitted a faint, exotic fragrance.

Ling Qingxue paused for a moment before speaking, "Try guiding that wisp of spiritual energy to the painful area; it might alleviate the pain."

Zhang Shaozhong looked at this and then at that, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

While clumsily rubbing the ointment, she tried to draw out the faint coolness to her calves.

You know what, the ointment felt burning hot as soon as it was applied, but after the initial coolness subsided, it felt refreshingly cool. This contrast of hot and cold really helped relieve the cramping pain quite a bit.

He took a slight breath and looked at the two people in front of him.

They still didn't exchange a single word or even glance at each other, but at least they weren't arguing like before.

He sighed helplessly, thinking, "These two are really something else."

After hesitating for a moment, he mustered his courage and cautiously began, "Um... I'd like to discuss something with you."

His voice was somewhat low, as if he was afraid of displeasing the two of them.

"Could we be a little... harmonious in our teaching in the future?"

He paused, then continued, "Let's consider it as our common goal—to make money... no, I mean to regain our strength, and then go home."

After speaking, he nervously observed Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier's reactions. However, both of them remained silent and did not offer any response.

However, he seemed to sense that the smell of gunpowder in the air had faded slightly, which made him breathe a little easier.

Looking out at the gray sky, Zhang Shaozhong's heart was still screaming: When will this end?! My wallet and my nerves are about to break down at the same time!