The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 12

two. However, Sean was too fast. He was so fast it was hard to see. Five minutes later, with a wave of Sean’s hand, he had retrieved the nine silver needles. “Old Master Larson, how do you feel?” Sean asked lightly as he slowly put the needle box away. “Whew!” Old Master Larson, who had kept his eyes closed, let out a long breath. Then Homer realized Old Master Larson’s face was covered with sweat at some point.  It was not too hot, but Old Master Larson was sweating like he was under the rain. His sweat was not transparent. It seemed to be cloudy. “Amazing! Relaxing!” “It’s better than a sauna!” Old Master Larson wiped his sweat and felt relaxed. It was as if he was instantly more than ten years younger. “Thank you, Mr. Lennon!” Homer was happy and immediately thanked Sean as he clasped his hands. Sean waved his hand casually and said nothing. “Mr. Lennon, thank you for healing me! “If you want anything from the Larson family, just ask away, Mr. Lennon! “The Larson family still have some influence in River City.” Old Master Larson immediately got up and looked at Sean seriously. “Old Master, you don’t have to do that, do you? “He just did simple acupuncture. Whether you’re cured still needs further observation.” Hugo frowned, sounding upset. He had brought Greg here to treat Old Master Larson, wanting to win favor with Old Master Larson. Unexpectedly, Homer found a cripple from somewhere and stole his limelight! It was too much for Hugo. “No need! I think I’m cured now!” Old Master Larson laughed and said as he waved his hand. “Old Master, no! “It’s not up to you or this cripple to say whether you’re cured. “Let Master Graham check your pulse before we conclude!” With that