Chapter 174: with translation of chapter title

The Beggar Sect members, though shocked by Feng Yi's entrance and the terrifying aura from his human-skin mask, were after all renowned martial heroes, and they merely fell silent.

Following the clangs and the sound of swords being drawn from the ancestral hall, a dozen or so people hastily formed a formation.

Elder Xu cupped his hands toward Feng Yi and said, "Hero Feng, long time no see—why do you start insulting people as soon as we meet?"

Everyone wondered in their hearts, "Is this Feng Yi?"

Upon recalling his clear, resonant voice, it was indeed the Feng Yi they had heard at the Villa of Gathered Virtue—no wonder he possessed such exquisite lightness skill.

Feng Yi calmly said, "I was only cursing the old scoundrel; where did I curse anyone else?"

Hearing the mockery, everyone flew into a rage. Elder Wu Feng shouted sternly, "Is this your way of conducting yourself?"

Feng Yi ignored him, shifted his gaze, and saw a candle lit inside the door; by its light he made out several figures: Xu Chongxiao, the Transmission Elder Lü Zhang, plus the four elders Song, Xi, Chen, and Wu, as well as Quan Guanqing, and a few others he did not recognize.

Elder Chen's face was grim, a cloth bound around his neck and arm; his arm had been severed by a single palm strike from Feng Yi at the Villa of Gathered Virtue.

Quan Guanqing stared fixedly at Feng Yi, his eyes brimming with venomous hatred.

Feng Yi couldn't help glancing at him again, smirking inwardly, and said, "Where is Elder Bai?"

Elder Wu replied, "Elder Bai might be off playing somewhere—why, are you looking for him?"

Feng Yi's eyes shifted, and he smiled, saying, "That day at the Villa of Gathered Virtue, I am grateful for your instruction; I have never forgotten it. Today, with no outsiders present, if I have offended, please do not hold it against me."

Xu Chongxiao proclaimed loudly, "An honored guest graces us—our Beggar Sect is deeply honored. Is it just you alone?"

"How could you not trust your own intelligence capabilities?" Feng Yi chuckled.

Quan Guanqing exclaimed in shock, "Qiao Feng? He's here too?"

Upon these words, the Beggar Sect members immediately stirred in commotion, and then heard Qiao Feng coldly say, "You don't want me to come?" As he spoke, he and A Zhu stepped out from behind the rear hall's plank wall.

The Beggar Sect members clearly heard Qiao Feng's voice, yet seeing his visage greatly altered, they all felt a jolt, thinking, "This scoundrel actually knows how to disguise himself?"

Elder Xu composed himself, his voice deep, "Several of you have come—what business brings you here?"

Qiao Feng and A Zhu both turned their gazes toward Feng Yi.

Feng Yi gave a hehe laugh and said, "My humble deeds are all lowly tricks; what merit is there to speak of?"

"Nevertheless, precisely for that reason, I wish to ask Elder Xu Chongxiao and Quan Guanqing: how can one sleep with a brother's woman, then kill the brother, frame him, and yet remain unknown?"

In an instant, the Beggar Sect members' faces flushed purple, murderous light flashing in their eyes; Elder Wu was the first to burst out, shouting, "You brat, you defile our Beggar Sect—I'll fight you to the death!"

All together they shouted, and seven or eight kinds of weapons were raised to greet Feng Yi, attacking him from all directions at his vital points.

Feng Yi extended his right hand, executing the "Push the Boat with the Hand" technique, striking toward Elder Song's steel staff; however, having stored his energy, this was the forceful application of the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, extremely fierce.

Elder Song's steel staff, over a zhang in length, involuntarily reversed, clanging loudly; it swept back like a river pouring downstream, blocking the weapons aimed at Feng Yi's left side and front.

Sparks flew in all directions; several felt their arms go numb and weak, unable to stand, while those who struck from Feng Yi's right and rear felt their bodies go numb before their weapons even landed, collapsing limp to the ground.

Because Qiao Feng had made a move, his form flashed, his hands waving repeatedly with a series of bangs; the remaining few were struck from behind and had their acupoints sealed, and Elder Wu angrily exclaimed, "Qiao Feng, you……"

Before his words had finished, Feng Yi shouted, "Where do you think you're going!"

His left hand shot out; Quan Guanqing, the most cunning, being one of the six chief rudder masters of the Beggar Sect with extraordinary martial skill, took advantage of the others' attacks—not only refraining from striking himself, but retreating, intending to escape through the window.

But as Feng Yi's palm emerged, Quan Guanqing's body jerked to a halt, his retreat abruptly checked.

Feng Yi slightly contracted his palm, and Quan Guanqing instantly felt a great force pulling him forward, his body utterly out of control. He gasped in shock, raising his staff to thrust, but Feng Yi swept his hand down with a clang; the iron rod shot straight up, shattering the roof tiles and bursting through the ceiling.

Quan Guanqing felt his chest tighten; Feng Yi had seized him by the chest, lifting him off the ground with both feet dangling.

The rest of the crowd were all startled and moved, whispering, "Dragon-Capturing Skill?"

Even Qiao Feng let out an exclamation, greatly surprised, saying, "Is this the Dragon-Subduing Palm?"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Exactly."

The Beggar Sect members and A Zhu were instantly struck dumb like wooden chickens.

If this move had come from Qiao Feng's hand, they could still understand it, given that Qiao Feng had once displayed this skill in the Apricot Forest, sucking up the single blade of Feng Bo'e from the ground; but issuing from Feng Yi's hand, it was truly unexpected.

From Qiao Feng's reaction, it seemed not to be his transmission; thus Feng Yi's earlier claim of having deep ties with the Beggar Sect appears genuine.

Therefore, his actions were likely not meant to insult the Beggar Sect; even Elder Wu, with his explosive temper, wanted to unleash a tirade but found himself unable to speak.

In fact, Qiao Feng himself was stunned, for only he knew how difficult this divine skill of Feng Yi's was.

After all, to immobilize a person mid-retreat and draw him in is far more difficult than simply seizing an uncontrolled single blade—its difficulty is manifold greater.

Skills like the Dragon-Capturing Art and the Crane-Controlling Art, when mastered to the highest level, can originally seize objects from midair, but at most they can only capture an opponent or take his weapon within a distance of four or five feet.

The martial arts concept of "striking a cow across a mountain" originally describes experts' empty palms and invisible divine fists that can injure with intangible force, but it also definitely cannot project internal force beyond two zhang.

And in all the martial arts under heaven, no matter how strong one's palm force, there is no single strike that can reach beyond five zhang.

Therefore, using internal force and striking with internal force differ in difficulty.

For when employing internal force, within this distance range one can freely alter the direction of the attack—issuing and withdrawing, thrusting or sweeping as one wishes, never leaving the palm's control; thus, when true masters contend, the presence or absence of weapons makes little difference, and two zhang is the limit.

For example, Hong Qigong, in his second Mount Hua sword debate, swept the wind of the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms to over one zhang, preventing Guo Jing, who wielded weapons, from closing in.

Why can palm force produce a sweeping effect? It is equivalent to holding a weapon that can freely extend and retract within a span of over one zhang, making it impossible to defend against!

Duan Yu, on Mount Shaoshi, used the Six Meridian Divine Sword to strike Murong Fu, who leapt and zipped about beyond a zhang's distance, unable to close in—this is likewise a reason.

Because within this range, such an extendable weapon is excessively fierce.

Striking with internal force differs in that once this internal force is emitted, it is no longer under one's control—like an ordinary person throwing a stone, one cannot alter its trajectory mid-flight; if it hits, it hits; if it misses, the force is wasted and cannot be reclaimed.

For example, Qiao Feng's palm force can reach several zhang, but if he wishes to miss his target, he cannot retrieve the internal force nor alter the palm force on the spot, thus causing flying sand and rolling stones.

Because the strike lands on nothing, the internal force cannot be recovered, resulting in a great expenditure of internal force.

Even if he wished to strike out beyond several zhang, employing the Dragon-Capturing Skill to immobilize Quan Guanqing and then seize him involves a change in internal force, making it absolutely impossible beyond six chi.

However, Feng Yi's Nine Yin Divine Art is perfected, gathering the strengths of Daoism; this maneuver at a distance of nearly one zhang leaves even Qiao Feng feeling absurdly inadequate.

Formerly, when he displayed the Dragon-Capturing Skill in the Apricot Forest, it was merely to let Wang Yuyan—who could see through his martial arts—give a critique; she ended up saying nothing at all, leaving him with the sensation of casting flirtatious glances at a blind man.

Now, seeing Feng Yi perform this skill, it is utterly bewildering, and moreover it gives him a sense of defeat.

But he does not know that the Nine Yin Divine Art practiced by Feng Yi is the supreme internal cultivation of the Daoist school, acclaimed as the general outline of all martial arts under heaven, and thus cannot be compared to the Shaolin internal arts he himself has studied.

Everyone was stunned into silence, but Elder Xu sighed, "Now I understand."

Feng Yi coldly snorted, "You don't know shit."

His gaze shifted, he looked around, and said, "Everyone must be wondering why I have the Dragon Subduing Palm; this is what I meant—I have deep ties with the Beggars' Sect, for I am its Guardian!"

The crowd gasped again, "Guardian?" Wu Changfeng exclaimed, "How come we elders didn't know the Beggars' Sect still has a Guardian?"

Feng Yi said softly, "Since it's the Guardian, it naturally appears only when the sect faces life-or-death peril."

"If it were out in the open, enemies would surely plot beforehand against the Beggars' Sect—how could it still have a surprising effect? As for the secret move left by Chief Wang himself, which of you knew about it beforehand?"

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

One cannot deny that this is fact.

Because Wang Jiantong left a letter stating that if Qiao Feng ever showed intimacy with the Liao and betrayed the Han, poisoning and assassination would be permissible; if not for Madam Ma producing it, wouldn't they also be completely unaware?

Feng Yi wasn't completely spouting nonsense this time, for when Hong Qigong transmitted his divine skill to him, he indeed said that though Feng Yi was young, the Beggars' Sect lacked successors, and should danger arise, he hoped Feng Yi would lend his aid.

And the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm transmitted by Hong Qigong, after being simplified by Qiao Feng, refined by Xu Zhu, and infused with the essence of the Carefree Sect's martial arts, surpasses the Beggars' Sect's orthodox Twenty-Eight Dragon Subduing Palm; thus, at the first Mount Hua Sword Debate, it earned praise from top masters like Wang Zhongyang and Huang Yaoshi.

Therefore, the palm technique's fame is not merely due to great striking force—that's a childish notion—but rather its strength lies in being firm when needed, yielding when appropriate, with ever-changing power application—even when using objects to execute the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm, it retains wondrous power, which is why Guo Jing, Hong Qigong, and Qiao Feng, when fighting one-on-one, basically do not use weapons.

Like Feng Yi's long-distance seizing and Qiao Feng's technique of drawing power from weapons, these are naturally included.

Speaking solely of this method, it could also be called Dragon-Capturing Skill or Crane-Controlling Hand.

When Feng Yi received Hong Qigong's transmission, his internal energy had already reached its peak, his martial insight was at its zenith—he learned it instantly and mastered it quickly, especially after arduous practice beneath the waterfall, his attainment became extraordinary.

Think of Guo Jing at eighteen, who once halted several disciples of the One Lamp Master in midair and seized their weapons; later his palm technique became even more miraculous—when seven Taoists of the Quanzhen Sect combined their strength against him, they still couldn't withstand a single pull, all collapsing to the ground, faces covered in dust.

Feng Yi's palm mastery, while naturally inferior to Guo Jing's perfected skill, is far superior to what he had at eighteen; thus he seized Quan Guanqing from afar with ease, capturing him effortlessly, leaving everyone dazzled and shaken—Qiao Feng included.

After mastering this technique, one ultimately relies on internal cultivation—namely, the distance one can project it and the weight one can move depend on the depth of one's internal energy.

Now, Feng Yi's Divine Illumination Skill is incomplete, while his Nine Yin Divine Art is fully accomplished; his internal strength thus surpasses even Qiao Feng's.

Seeing that he had stunned several people, Feng Yi turned his gaze to Quan Guanqing, released his neck, and said grimly, "How do you wish to die?"

Quan Guanqing started, hastily gathered his focus, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Feng Yi said softly, "I spared you once at the Manor of the Virtuous Gathering because there were outsiders present; I didn't want you rotten apples to tarnish the Beggars' Sect's centuries-old reputation for righteousness."

"Today, however, there are no outsiders…"

The crowd immediately turned their gaze to the middle-aged man impersonated by A Zhu.

Feng Yi said, "Well, since she intends to be Qiao Brother's wife, she's no outsider. Then tell me honestly how you had an affair with Madam Ma and framed Qiao Feng; I'll give you a quick death, otherwise I'll make you die in pieces."

Quan Guanqing shouted, "You're spouting bloody nonsense!"

Feng Yi extended his right hand, grabbed Quan Guanqing's arm, and with a "gala-la" sound, before Quan Guanqing could feel pain, Feng Yi shook his right arm into seven or eight fragments.

Instantly, Quan Guanqing felt shattered bones, torn tendons, and severed meridians—pain beyond endurance—he involuntarily fell backward, rolling and wailing.

Feng Yi said coldly, "I'm not as good-tempered as Qiao Feng, nor do I care about personal reputation; everyone knows the rumors that the Manor of the Virtuous Gathering was destroyed by me and Qiao Brother. Frankly, I don't care at all about such a fearsome reputation. So I most enjoy tormenting iron-forged men, especially reducing them to pus."

Saying this, he slowly approached Elder Xu, stopping three feet away, and said lightly, "What do you have to say?"

Elder Xu felt his gaze sharp as a blade, as if seeping into his five viscera and six bowels, and trembled, "What do you want me to say?"

Feng Yi reached out with both hands, seized Elder Xu's two arms, and with a forceful twist, the bones from his wrists to his elbows were crushed to powder.

Elder Xu instantly slumped to the ground with a thud, letting out a miserable scream.

For a moment, everyone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

A Zhu was even more frightened, her heart feeling as if it would jump out of her mouth; recalling these days, she and Feng Yi often exchanged barbs precisely because he usually wore a smile, giving an amiable impression, but now she wouldn't dare even if given the courage.

For once this person changes expression, he's truly like a devil; she hastily grabbed Qiao Feng's big hand. Qiao Feng glanced at A Zhu and smiled inwardly.

Then Feng Yi walked up to Quan Guanqing again, stepped on his severed right arm; though Quan Guanqing had been gritting his teeth through the pain, merely rolling without crying out, he now suffered anew the bone‑piercing, heart‑rending agony and let out another miserable scream.

Feng Yi said softly, "I can come find you, and there's also Xu Chongxiao and Bai Shijing; you think there's no one to seize you?"

"I just wanted to save a little face, not wishing to directly torture a woman!"

"If you refuse to help me, then my actions today will bring me shame, make it impossible to stand in the jianghu, and I would also be unworthy of the Beggars' Sect's divine skill entrusted to me. Then I'll have no choice but to go find Madam Ma!"

"Anyway, pitying the fragrant and cherishing the jade hardly applies to a wanton woman who plots to kill her husband."

"You two are martial arts masters; I don't believe she can endure my cruelty, hehe."

Laughing, he stepped again on Quan Guanqing's intact left arm.

His words were light and casual, yet amidst Quan Guanqing's miserable screams, everyone heard clearly, both shocked by Feng Yi's terrifying martial prowess and startled by his words.

How come there's another Bai Shijing? They all stared in shock, watching Feng Yi torture people, nobody daring to speak.

Because if he also claimed to be Madam Ma's lover, he'd be humiliated—what then?

At that moment, nobody doubted that Feng Yi wouldn't dare.

Feng Yi said coldly, "Sir, since you won't give me face, I have no choice but to offend!"

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Having said that, he inhaled, and Elder Wu's ghost-head saber fell into Feng Yi's hand.

Feng Yi flourished the blade with a flourish, a swish, and Quan Guanqing's left arm severed, blood spraying, the faces of Elders Xi and Wu splattered.

Feng Yi spun, arriving before Elder Xu, placing the blade against his left thigh, and said lightly, "Old Xu, as the saying goes, wealth and beauty move the heart, but even though you're old in body but not in spirit, is your physique still up to it? What could you do with what they give you, worth sacrificing your reputation and working so hard?"

Elder Xu's body shuddered, his face flushed with rage, then he sighed, gritted his teeth, and said, "Enough! I owe today to that wretched woman! Give me a quick death!"

He saw Feng Yi as a devil, though there was no evidence, he showed no restraint in torturing people; even if he refused to admit it to his death, ultimately suffering pain and becoming a cripple would be pointless.

Moreover, a man remains youthful till death; in that matter one can never admit inadequacy!

These words shocked everyone, who thought: "That day in the apricot forest, Elder Xu proved Qiao Feng was a Khitan barbarian; it turns out it was really because he took advantage of Madam Ma!"

Qiao Feng, however, felt fierce joy; indeed it was a plot, thinking: "Since this is a frame-up, perhaps I am not a Khitan!!"

Thinking this, his heart felt as if a thousand‑pound stone had been lifted; he exhaled deeply, straightening his waist and back.

A Zhu sensed his mood shift and couldn't help but say in a crisp voice, "Elder Brother Qiao, if you're being framed by you all, then you're not a Khitan, right?"

Elder Xu hadn't even opened his mouth when Quan Guanqing suddenly let out a bitter laugh, saying, "You've got it wrong!"

Qiao Feng said coldly, "How so?"

Quan Guanqing's eyes spat fire as he shouted sternly: "Although I've done something unbecoming of brothers, you, Qiao Feng, are the real deal……"

Before his words finished, Feng Yi swung his ghost-head saber with a hiss, and Quan Guanqing's head rolled off his neck.

Everyone was already shocked; he struck again with astonishing speed—Qiao Feng didn't have time to intervene, staring fixedly at Feng Yi, his lips trembling slightly, a hint of bewilderment in his eyes; this man was about to meet his end—why kill him?

Soon, Feng Yi gave the answer.

He turned the blade in his hand and said gloomily: "People said it, then you said it—you still look fucking angry; who else should die if not you? So-called talents from all directions are nothing more than this!"

Madman, butcher!

Everyone had already labeled Feng Yi.

Then Feng Yi said: "Since Elder Xu has said so, this is thanks to Madam Ma; let's go together to hear her explanation."

"After all, whether the truth surfaces or we eradicate evil completely, the main culprit cannot be missing; likewise, hearing the same thing twice is boring."

Everyone immediately understood.

Although Elder Xu said that, we still need to go question Madam Ma face to face.

Why bother listening twice?

Qiao Feng released the acupuncture points of the Beggars' Gang members, clasped his fists, and said: "Please don't blame me, brothers!"

Several elders, thinking of their betrayal, felt ashamed; Elder Wu said: "Chief Qiao, we old scoundrels are truly blind—feel free to give us a beating!"

Hearing him address him as chief, Qiao Feng blinked, then gave a wry smile: "Fourth Brother Wu, the facts aren't clear yet—don't do that."

Ah Zhu laughed: "Elders, think about it—since Madam Ma's relations with them are unclear, could the deputy chief of your gang have been killed by Big Brother Qiao and Mister Murong? Give it some thought!"

She also took the chance to clear the young master's name.

Their faces flushed; they didn't know what to say.

Feng Yi looked impatient and said: "What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and go!"

Qiao Feng said: "Let's go, to the Ma residence!" He took Ah Zhu's arm and left the shrine.

Feng Yi said: "Wrap up Quan Guanqing's head for me, and bring this old fool as well."

Wu Changfeng wrapped Quan Guanqing's head in cloth and handed it to Feng Yi.

Feng Yi smiled slightly, slung it at his waist, flicked his sleeve, and floated out of the room.

Everyone sealed Elder Xu's acupoints, seized him, and together rushed to the Ma residence.

The few, moving swiftly with their lightness skills, as they neared Ma Dayuan's home, Qiao Feng stopped; Feng Yi came up beside him and suddenly laughed: "Brother Qiao, have we arrived?"

Qiao Feng nodded.

Feng Yi scanned the surroundings and saw whitewashed walls like sashes, ancient trees forming shade, encircling a secluded courtyard.

"Brother Qiao." Feng Yi pointed at a large tree and said: "Stay here. Watch for any followers."

Ah Zhu saw his mysterious manner, smiled faintly, and said: "Why not just go in and ask directly? What's the point of all this trouble?"

Feng Yi laughed: "If we go forcing a beauty, wouldn't that be like burning a lute to boil a crane—utterly spoiling the mood? Such petty tricks, I certainly won't do."

Ah Zhu could only let out a soft hum and fell silent.

Qiao Feng said: "Ah Zhu, if we barge in as a crowd, imposing our might like we did with Quan Guanqing and Xu Chongxiao, we'll not only damage our reputation but also insult Brother Ma."

Moreover, just now Brother Feng used torture to extract a confession, which may not convince anyone; doing the same now would ultimately be improper."

Feng Yi glanced at Ah Zhu and said: "Listen, I said I'm no hero—do you really think I'm a villain?"

Ah Zhu smiled at Qiao Feng and said: "Isn't it because Brother Feng himself said he doesn't care about reputation that I think this way? You men really have strange thoughts!"

Qiao Feng said: "As Brother Feng arranges!"

As they spoke, the Beggars' Gang members also came over,

Feng Yi said: "Later I'll go inside; you lie in ambush around the house—first, don't let outsiders disturb us; second, no matter what you see or hear, nobody may move or make a sound until I call for you, then come in!"

Seeing his calm words, yet somehow possessing a dignified presence that made people nod in approval, several immediately nodded.

Qiao Feng grabbed Ah Zhu and climbed the large tree, looking down, he took in the whole courtyard: a small room, candlelight like beans, flickering uncertainly; using his internal energy, he listened.

Suddenly he heard a soft, coquettish voice from inside the room say: "You're so bad…" The voice was extremely weak, yet also sounded rather spoiled.

Qiao Feng found the voice familiar but couldn't recall where from; puzzled, he then heard a low male voice sigh: "My dear, didn't I say? Elder Xu and the others agreed to meet at the Han family shrine—I have to hurry off……"

This voice Qiao Feng heard clearly.

It was none other than his good friend, the Beggars' Gang's law-enforcement elder, Bai Shijing.

He had indeed come here.

At this moment Qiao Feng also understood: that soft, coquettish voice earlier was none other than Madam Ma.

In fact, Qiao Feng had heard her voice before; it's just that after first seeing Madam Ma outside Wuxi city in the apricot grove, their two later encounters always showed her cold as frost, stern and unapproachable, never even seeing her smile—so he never expected her to have such a soft, alluring tone.

Just then Feng Yi coughed once and said: "I am Feng Yi; I request an audience with Madam Ma."

He didn't realize he had already stood before Madam Ma's door.

Instantly the house fell silent, only the faint rustle of clothing could be heard; Qiao Feng heard it clearly and secretly sighed.

Then Madam Ma let out an "oh" and said: "What fine breeze brings Sir Feng, the hero, to call at night?"

Feng Yi smiled faintly and said: "Naturally, it is your fragrant breeze, Lady."

Ah Zhu gave Feng Yi a deadpan stare, silently cursing: "Shameless!"

Inside, silence lingered for a moment; a shadow flickered on the paper window, then with a creak the door panel opened.

Madam Ma, dressed in plain white, leaned against the doorframe, startled, and asked: "Who are you?"

Feng Yi laughed heartily and tore off his human-skin mask.

Madam Ma froze, then covered her mouth with her sleeve and laughed: "With such high martial arts, do you really need to hide your head and face?"

Feng Yi laughed: "There's no helping it—you're the widow of the Beggars' Gang's deputy chief; I can't let outsiders know about this!"

Madam Ma lowered her sleeve, puzzled, and asked: "What matter?"

Feng Yi said: "It's a long story."

Madam Ma giggled and said, "Then let's go inside and talk!" She turned her body and went into the room.

Ah Zhu again spat softly, "Truly shameless!"

Qiao Feng also secretly regretted, "Brother Ma was a hero all his life, how could he marry such a wife!"

During the Northern Song period, people placed great importance on propriety between men and women; a midnight tryst in a room was always disgraceful. Hence, martial-world heroes who violated the lust precept were even more despised by all.

Madam Ma's action was certainly an insult to the deceased Ma Dayuan, and it also brought great shame to the Beggars' Sect. He increasingly believed that Madam Ma was capable of murdering her husband.

"A beautiful woman's summons must not be refused!" Feng Yi stepped into the room.

But as soon as he entered the room, he saw Madam Ma lunging straight into his arms; Feng Yi was about to push her away with a palm when he suddenly felt a strong wind blowing directly at his back and shoulders.

Feng Yi smiled slightly, opened his arms, and held Madam Ma in his embrace, saying, "Madam, why are you so polite?"

(End of chapter)