"Ugh, I knoooow," Shen Yuan groans, even as the tension in his back disappears and he puts a hand back to help hold his hair out of the way while Binghe bathes his neck. "Whatever brought me here also suppressed my cultivation -- I'll be fine, though." He turns his head to smile a little at Binghe. "The cold water's already helping. Give me a few minutes and this old man will be right as rain."

After a moment he laughs and adds, "At least I still have Shen Qingqiu's muscles and his lungs. If I'd tried to do this in my original body, now that would have been a pathetic sight."