The flames were burning under the tub and the rise rose upwards. The water in the tub was so hot that steam rose from it. As soon as the man was lowered into the tub of water, his pale body turned red.
Patriarch Qin told everyone else in the courtyard to leave, leaving only himself, his eldest son, the steward and two servants. As he looked at his son in the bathtub, Patriarch Qin was heartbroken and his heart skipped a beat.
If it had been an ordinary wooden barrel, it would have been destroyed by the flames below it. However, this bathtub was not made out of ordinary trees, and the fire below was not burning openly, but half-exposed at some distance away.
Feng Jiu watched from the side, and after a while, she stood on a chair and leaned over the bathtub as she administered acupuncture on the Second Young Master Qin who was sitting in the bathtub to rid his body of the evil spirit.
