The bath barrel that could hold three people and weighed several hundred pounds was lifted by the petite Du Qiaoyun with both hands and steadily placed on the fire bed.
This kind of strength left Fang Zheng in awe.
Women are born weak and have a clear disadvantage compared to men in terms of strength, but this certainly doesn't include martial artists who have cultivated the transformation of Qi and blood.
Of course.
At the same level, women are still not as strong as men.
Water was placed in the barrel, wood was burned underneath, and Du Qiaoyun added certain herbs in a specific order. After finishing everything, she lightly clapped her hands:
"Young Master Fang, you can undress and go in."
"Uh..." Fang Zheng's expression turned peculiar:
"Isn't this somewhat inconvenient?"
"Jianghu folks don't fuss about minor details." Du Qiaoyun's face flushed, forced herself to remain calm, and said:
