The boy who once trailed behind calling her "Sister Ning" now kneels on one knee before her wheelchair under the pretext of treating her legs, toying with the sword pavilion master's bare feet she has never shown anyone. Her son is punished with standing facing the wall, yet the mother, for the first time, feels stinging pain and tingling pleasure as fingertips roam. After swallowing the Bone-Melting Blood-Fusing Pill, her senses multiply several times over. Just one door away, the dignified widow on the bed is kneaded until the whole couch is a muddy mess, while outside the door the young man anxiously prays that Mother will surely recover.