Chapter 273: Unbridled and Unrestrained

Watching the white sail gradually fade away, Qu Feiyan suddenly stamped her foot and said, "Feng Yi, how can you be so stupid?"

Feng Yi blinked and said, "How am I stupid?"

Qu Feiyan said, "The Holy Maiden's beauty is extraordinary, her character calm and steady; she is a rare good woman in the world, and you just let her go like that?"

Feng Yi chuckled and said, "What are you talking about?"

"Just because she's good, you won't let her leave? Are you really going to learn from Tian Boguang and use force?"

Qu Feiyan spat and said, "What Tian Boguang? Can't you say that meeting the young lady today is a great fortune, and she might be willing to leave you her name?"

Feng Yi gave a sideways glance: "Her name, you don't know it? Why should I ask her?"

Qu Feiyan's mouth curled with a faint cold smile; Feng Yi saw her demeanor and faintly felt she looked down on him.

Only saw Qu Feiyan give a cold smile and say, "You're such a greenhorn, no wonder the young lady doesn't like you."

People in the martial world all fear Feng Yi's divine skill; disrespectful words toward him are only whispered behind his back, unlike Qu Feiyan's childish frankness,

Even so, it also made Feng Yi's expression ugly; he could only grunt.

Seeing his bad complexion, Qu Feiyan also felt apprehensive, stuck out her tongue, and said, "Don't you understand? For a young lady to tell you her name personally is different from saying it to others."

The Holy Maiden's character is proud; having lost to you in her specialty, she will certainly not refuse.

As long as she says her name, after a few interactions, are you still afraid you won't get along with her?"

Feng Yi swept his gaze over her, shook his head, and said, "Who said I want to get together with her?"

Qu Feiyan said, "If you don't want to be with her, why tease her?"

"Tease?" Feng Yi raised his eyebrows: "How did I tease her?"

Qu Feiyan said, "You said her delicate hands can't catch a chicken, and you ended up in her hands, etc. —isn't that teasing?"

Feng Yi has always been flirtatious at the corner of his mouth, teasing without restraint; as long as it's a beautiful woman, whether he can succeed is another matter, but he flirts first and thinks later—this is his nature, not careful consideration.

So if Qu Feiyan doesn't remind him, he forgets that he's playing the rogue.

Feng Yi thought and said, "Alright, let's just call it that! But you probably don't know much about Miss Ren; if I really asked, she might not tell me, wouldn't that be boring for myself?"

Qu Feiyan remained silent for a long time, then gave a wry smile: "I also don't know, you silly big brother, whether you truly don't know how to win a girl's favor, or you're afraid of girls, sigh!"

She sighed continuously, feeling very sorry for Feng Yi.

Since Qu Feiyan met Feng Yi, she has seen him suave and generous, yet also loyal and righteous, true to his word; deep down she greatly hopes he will step onto the demonic path and join her sect.

Therefore, upon seeing the Holy Maiden appear, she hopes the two can become a couple.

After all, in her view, the Holy Maiden holds high status and great power, possesses vast abilities; Feng Yi's martial arts are strong, unrivaled under heaven. Their union would truly be "get the wind when you want wind, get the rain when you want rain."

Of course, she herself also has a little selfish motive.

That is to rely on these two, so she wouldn't have to follow her grandfather into seclusion on Purple Bamboo Island.

Feng Yi laughed and shook his head: "Feiyan, you're still young, you don't understand."

"I'm somewhat useless; when I see a beautiful woman, I always have some lustful gaze, so sometimes I speak without restraint."

Having said that, he gazed into the distance and sighed: "I've been wandering this mundane world for quite a while; an elder brother-in-law once gave me a lesson.

It let me know that true love is giving, not forcibly possessing for one's own desire.

In this world, not all likes can be fulfilled as wished.

I have also seen that even if two people truly love each other, there are times they cannot grow old together.

I originally didn't understand what longing and love were, but just now I gained some insight, and it became an unforgettable past.

Actually, I had long known the outcome of certain things, but for my own momentary pleasure I insisted on starting them, ultimately bringing pain to others.

Such as me, I am actually shameless and evil.

So since I myself cannot see mutual support, why must I also prevent others from seeing that image?

I also know that selfishness is human nature, but one cannot be overly selfish, thus indulging oneself.

And this is also the key point in judging whether a person is a demon.

To say that killing and exterminating families makes one a demon, then all martial artists would be demons."

Everyone hearing these words felt deeply moved.

Feng Yi's single sentence laid bare the essence of righteousness versus demonic.

The Sun-Moon Divine Sect is a demonic sect precisely because they, for their own purposes, spare no means and act as they please.

This is indulging one's own desires.

If merely judging whether one is a demon based on simple martial-world killings,

From the establishment of fame, which sect in the martial world doesn't have blood on its hands? Even the compassionate Buddhist Shaolin Temple, on its back mountain, has likely not a few wandering spirits over a thousand years.

Everyone knows this, yet they would not consider them demons.

Since meeting Feng Yi, Qu Feiyan has often seen him carefree and handsome; rarely seeing him so upright, she finds it especially endearing and says, "Alright. But the Holy Maiden is truly very good; any man who sees her cannot help but like her."

Liu Zhengfeng also sighed: "People say the Holy Maiden is heartless and unjust, yet she hasn't made things difficult for you and your grandfather, and her spirit is so grand, daring to contend with Hero Feng Yi; this shows the rumors may not be true, and she is indeed a fine match for a man."

Qu Yang let out a long sigh: "However, the Holy Maiden is proud, her martial arts strong, her power great; under heaven, it's hard to imagine any man who could catch her eye, and I don't know where her good match lies."

Feng Yi laughed heartily: "Of course there is such a person in this world—for example, being single-hearted, carrying out the life-and-death pledge in the martial world to the fullest extent, he will naturally strike her heart."

Several gazes locked onto Feng Yi.

Feng Yi smiled: "Don't look at me; I'm not the old lady selling melons."

"I am fickle; seeing a beautiful woman I like, I can abandon principles for her. As for keeping promises, that also depends on the situation, and it's worlds apart from the chivalrous bearing of a knight-errant who carries his principles."

"Then who is the person you're talking about?" Qu Feiyan was somewhat curious.

Feng Yi smiled and said nothing.

Qu Feiyan laughed: "How come you're being modest again? Where did that unbeatable attitude go?"

Feng Yi glared: "Can it be the same?

"This little girl is arrogantly insufferable; even if I bluff, I must be more arrogant than her, otherwise I'd lose momentum and couldn't hold my head up."

Qu Feiyan laughed and said, "That makes sense. But if you don't want to be with her, why bother worrying about whether you can lift your head?"

Feng Yi chuckled, "You little yellow-haired girl, I don't need to be with her, so why should I humble myself before her?"

A man's mettle also must be put in place.

Actually, ever since Feng Yi suffered a setback with Cheng Ying, he has stopped actively pursuing women.

Even if Ren Yingying were more beautiful and kind.

Not taking the initiative, not refusing—this is Feng Yi's unfailing rule for wandering among flowers, and of course it also helps him reduce guilt.

Sometimes he also wonders, if Cheng Ying were bewitched by his sweet talk and stayed with him, yet then vanished.

That would be even more of a bastard.

At this moment, Liu Zhengfeng chuckled and said, "All right, no more talk—let's board the ship and drink and eat!"

Everyone entered the cabin, and the large ship continued its departure.

Everyone knew that the Holy Maiden's going downstream must be following orders to arrange everything, so several people set out the wine and food.

After three rounds of drinks, Liu Zhengfeng said, "Hero Feng..."

Feng Yi snorted, "Brother Liu, if you call me brother, I find it much more pleasing than being called 'great hero'."

Qu Feiyan remarked strangely, "Big Brother Feng, why don't you like being called 'great hero'? Isn't that what martial artists dream of?"

Feng Yi laughed heartily and said, "Perhaps!"

But I'm someone who never gets up early without profit; I never do a losing business, so what's a great hero or a little hero? Calling me a great hero is practically an insult.

In the past, Feng Yi had a strong competitive spirit.

Not only in martial arts—he wouldn't yield to others, and upon seeing a master he wanted to overwhelm them; the same applied to his feelings.

Back then he fell for Cheng Ying at first sight, but she ended up labeling him a womanizing scoundrel, which made Feng Yi feel deeply defeated and inferior to Yang Guo.

After all, Cheng Ying clearly knew Yang Guo had a beloved, yet still liked him.

But as Feng Yi studied Buddhist, Daoist, and Confucian classics together with Huang Shang for a year, his hostility not only eased, he could also face himself squarely.

Feng Yi felt that his character was certainly inferior to any protagonist.

Even a Wei Xiaobao raised in a brothel surpasses him in sincerity and righteousness.

For Wei Xiaobao can still keep his word; hearing his master's words, even if he harbors hatred, he says he won't take revenge and then doesn't.

In order not to put friends in a difficult position, he could abandon supreme ministerial power and wealth without hesitation.

And these were what he had obtained after enduring hardships, nine deaths and one life.

Wei Xiaobao is unlike other protagonists; even without riches and power, he still possesses peerless martial arts and can roam the world freely.

Feng Yi reckoned that, placed in a different situation from Wei Xiaobao, he might not be able to relinquish all that as easily.

The so-called "seeing profit and forgetting righteousness" means that only under tremendous gain will one overwhelm the righteousness in one's heart.

Wei Xiaobao's gains are sufficient.

So when Feng Yi had this thought.

He then viewed himself and those protagonist figures quite objectively.

Perhaps in their conduct they have this or that flaw that draws criticism, but they merely failed to make a better choice, not a problem of character.

Even if I myself did some things that were more proper than theirs, that would be only relying on a god's-eye view.

Not that I surpassed them in personal conduct; there's nothing to be proud of, so how could I have the face to call myself a hero?

Merely, although Feng Yi felt he fell short of them, he did not think of imitating them.

I am myself!

Not Yang Guo, not Wei Xiaobao, not Linghu Chong.

I am Feng Yi.

Everyone has their own aspirations; why force it?

When Feng Yi realized this, his competitive spirit faded considerably, which led to his practice of sparring with the sweeping monk without insisting on deciding a winner.

If it were when he first entered the jianghu, to win he would have used every means; even if the sweeping monk's cultivation were profound, his old age and frailty could not match his youthful strength, so victory would naturally be easy.

But since he no longer had the heart to win by force, he simply disdained acting that way.

Therefore, although he knew Ren Yingying was a beauty, he was unwilling, for his own momentary pleasure, to forcibly destroy her happy marriage; otherwise, as Qu Feiyan supposed, someone like him, a philanderer, would naturally understand.

Now, thinking back, when Ren Yingying left she even told me not to fall into her hands—doesn't that show that in her eyes I am merely a passerby?

How could Feng Yi put his hot face on someone's cold backside and end up embarrassed?

Now this is just right.

This is the way of the jianghu.

Everything lies in the level of martial skill and in winning or losing.

Qu Yang set down his wine cup, suddenly slapped the table and said, "Excellent! As the saying goes, better to be an assassin than a hero."

"We are now basically sworn brothers through life and death, yet here we are, playing at being heroes—it's indeed awkward."

Qu Feiyan widened her round eyes and asked, puzzled, "Grandfather, isn't being a hero good?"

Qu Yang smiled, stroked his beard, and said, "Actually, Brother Feng, saying you're not a brave hero, not a great hero—"

"It's not that he lacks these qualities; rather, he deeply understands that the so-called hero is burdened with too many scruples—this is not allowed, that is not permitted—far better to be an ordinary jianghu person, acting as one pleases, feeling refreshed. Old man, is this appropriate?" Feng Yi laughed heartily and said, "Indeed, that's the same principle as in a chaotic age: better to be a warlord than a hero."

Having become a brave hero, a righteous great hero, one inevitably gets bound by countless rules; when hurt, you cannot groan, cannot show weakness, must constantly maintain the hero's image.

If one does that, one will immediately be mocked; previously it was all pretense—labels like hypocrite, clumsy fool, etc., will be stuck onto one.

In the grand hall before the crowd, others can gulp down wine, drink from big bowls, but you must keep the gentleman's image; upon seeing a beauty, you'd better not look, lest you tarnish your reputation by claiming you can't fathom female allure or don't know the principle of not gazing at impropriety.

But if you pretend not to see the beauty, that's also affected and false—what flavor is there left for a man to enjoy?

"Hahaha..."

Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng exchanged a glance and burst out laughing together.

Feng Yi drank a cup of wine, then said: "In my view, martial artists, as long as they have righteousness in their hearts and do not commit wicked, heinous acts that outrage both men and gods, can eat when they want to eat, drink when they want to drink, sleep when they want to sleep, kill when they want to kill, roam freely without restraint—truly, this is what is meant by 'ten years of wandering dreams through the martial world.' How exhilarating that is!"

Qu Yang's eyes lit up, and he said: "What a fine notion—righteousness in the heart, ten years of wandering dreams! Brother Feng, you are truly suited to join the Sun Moon Divine Cult!"

Feng Yi laughed heartily: "Actually, if the Sun Moon Divine Cult could enforce strict discipline and clear out those scoundrels who do not behave like humans, it would indeed be good; unfortunately, deep-rooted problems are hard to reverse."

Do not miss a single word, a single character, a single internal content, a single presence, a single look!

Seeing his heroic spirit and lofty aspirations showing in his eyebrows, Qu Yang also burst into loud laughter; if it weren't that his granddaughter is too young, he would certainly have acted as a matchmaker.

Liu Zhengfeng said: "If you join the Demonic Cult, the orthodox martial world will surely suffer."

Old brother Feng, since you speak of troubled times, how do you view the direction of the martial world, as well as Zuo Lengchan's ambition to unite the Five Peaks and the Demonic Cult's trend of unifying the martial world?

Feng Yi's laughter faded, he fell silent for a moment, then rose calmly, walked to the window, gazed leisurely, and said: "To be frank, if someone could unify the martial world, it wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing."

Qu Feiyan heard this and was startled, saying: "What?"

Qu Yang quietly tugged at her sleeve and whispered: "Listen!"

Feng Yi pondered for a moment, then said: "Actually, this question is just like Qin Shi Huang's unification of the realm back then—whether it was good or whether it would have been better to let the seven states continue their chaotic warfare; it's the same principle."

At this point, both Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang seemed to choke up.

Even though they are denizens of the martial world, they cannot say that Qin Shi Huang's unification of the realm was wrong.

Feng Yi continued: "In my view, the notion of unification held by people like Zuo Lengchan is actually not flawed."

"It's merely that the target of unification differs, which leads to whoever raises this matter being condemned as utterly wicked."

"'Different target?' Qu Feiyan seemed slightly annoyed: 'You mean those who try to stop him are all lacking in perspective?'"

Feng Yi smiled and said: "Ordinary folk toil all day just for their three meals; whoever is in charge, their lives are like those of oxen and horses, so regarding who rules the court and whether there is unification, they really don't care much."

"However, martial world denizens are different; they all possess supreme skills, each dominating their own region, never worrying about food or clothing, wherever they go they are like masters, and even imperial laws don't matter much to them."

"As long as the imperial court can keep the commoners under control, collect taxes, and prevent rebellion, everyone lives in prosperity and pays no heed to the affairs of the martial world."

"Thus, martial world denizens become arrogant and unwilling to accept restraint."

"Whoever dares to unify the martial world is said to cause great harm, with heavy casualties and the like, yet they do not realize that when the realm is unified, more people actually die—though they are merely ordinary commoners."

"Few people pay attention to that."

"If they are one's own disciples, they are the result of one's own resources spent in training—then it's another matter altogether!"

Liu Zhengfeng said: "Old brother, putting it that way, there is some sense to it."

Feng Yi shook his head: "Although the reasoning is thus, after the realm is unified there will generally be peace, which for ordinary folk is also a necessary condition for living in peace and contentment!"

"However, a unified martial world must absolutely not extinguish the martial artists' spirit of bravery and combativeness, for the essence of martial practice lies in the character 'strife'."

"After all, knights violate prohibitions with martial prowess, while scholars disturb the law with literature—right?"

"Moreover, whether it's Zuo Lengchan or the leader of the Demonic Cult, such people's motive for unifying the martial world is not to benefit the suffering masses, to stand up as individuals and live well; it is solely for their own lust for power, so they can reign supreme for eternity."

"Therefore, to achieve their goals, they employ any means, act vilely, exterminate dissenters, using every method, and completely distort the noble idea of 'unification'."

"Otherwise, if true unification of the martial world could be achieved, eliminating strife among martial artists and ending the killing, that would be a blessing for everyone."

After a long silence, Liu Zhengfeng suddenly sighed: "Brother Feng, I urge you once more to join us in seclusion."

Feng Yi showed a strange expression and said: "Why?"

Qu Yang said: "Your thoughts are too shocking and unconventional; once they spread, neither the orthodox nor the deviant paths will tolerate you."

"With the Holy Maiden's rumors, we should be able to reach the Eastern Sea quickly, set sail by ship. If you do not wish to retreat into seclusion, you could stay for a year or two, let this martial turmoil subside a bit, and then you could still turn back, couldn't you?"

Qu Feiyan listened and nodded repeatedly.

Feng Yi knew they meant well, wanting him to avoid disaster, and he smiled: "I take responsibility for my own actions."

"If I truly end up shedding blood in the martial world, then it is my fate."

"To flee without fighting would be to waste all my martial skills."

"Even if I truly encounter something that cannot be done, I will naturally slip away; I am no hero, so what is there to fear?"

Seeing his such pride, yet seeking the Holy Maiden's aid for their sake, Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang felt deep gratitude and righteousness, making them all the more moved.

Qu Yang then said: "Brother Feng, your mind is made up, so I will no longer urge you. However, the most formidable thing in this world is not martial skill, but the unpredictability of human hearts."

"Back then, the ten elders of my Divine Cult, on Mount Hua, competed in martial arts with the Five Peaks Sword School, yet never returned; everyone says they fell victim to a covert plot."

"Therefore, you must certainly guard against the members of the Five Peaks Sword School."

"As for the cult's former leader who died suddenly, there are rumors within the cult that Dongfang Bubai poisoned him to seize power."

"All these despicable tactics—you must certainly be careful."

Feng Yi smiled: "I understand."

"If I truly cannot endure it, and if I truly wish to hide myself, no one else will be able to find me!"

Qu Feiyan asked: "Do you know disguise techniques?"

Feng Yi replied: "I know the 'Muscle and Bone Shrinking' method, which can alter my physique."

Having said that, he circulated his qi, drew in his abdomen and waist, and instantly became half a foot shorter.

Qu Feiyan clapped her hands and said: "If you also apply some dye to your face and hair, no one will recognize you."

Feng Yi smiled: "Yes, don't worry about me. As long as I don't wish to die, and as long as my opponent remains human, I cannot be killed—rest assured."

This again made Liu Zhengfeng and the others feel moved, thinking that since Feng Yi possessed such abilities, it was all because of them; having lowered himself to seek help from a woman, such kindness was weighty and hard to repay, and they did not know how to settle this debt.

After sailing for several days, they changed course, left the Xiang River, entered a tributary, and arrived in Jiangxi.

Travelers inevitably endure hardship, but fortunately the Liu family's relatives accompanied them; Liu Zhengfeng's daughter Liu Jing's culinary skill is almost divine, and Feng Yi also gets to enjoy good meals.

Qu Feiyan's speech is charming; conversing with her, the two are completely uninhibited, which is delightfully wonderful.

Moreover, Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng accompany with zither and flute, dispelling boredom and fatigue.

Whenever there is leisure, Liu Zhengfeng instructs Feng Yi in flute technique so that he can play the piece "Azure Sea Tide Rising Melody."

Although Liu Zhengfeng's martial arts are far inferior to Feng Yi's, his flute skill is unmatched in the present age.

Naturally, he also learned all the secrets of the "Azure Sea Tide Rising Melody," but to make listeners fall into an illusion as Feng Yi, akin to Huang Yaoshi, does, depends entirely on one's internal cultivation.

Feng Yi had once received pointers from Huang Yaoshi and meticulous instruction from Liu Zhengfeng; after pondering, he indeed benefited greatly, feeling that for some high notes, the low and lingering parts could be played without internal energy.

Feng Yi guessed that Qu Feiyan had a stubborn nature and a difficult future, not knowing if they would meet again, so he tailor-made several martial arts sets for her.

That day, having traveled from Jiangxi into eastern Zhejiang, they did not know whether it was because of the Holy Maiden or something else, but they enjoyed a completely safe journey, encountering no hostile visitors.

This let Feng Yi directly sense Ren Yingying's energy.

Soon they reached the shore of the Eastern Sea, the sky high and the sea vast, with no end in sight; Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang felt their hearts broaden, believing that only by venturing into the sea could they truly leave all strife behind.

Feng Yi, however, could not help feeling moved by the scene, recalling the sight of himself practicing swordsmanship by the sea not long ago—though it seemed less than a year, it already felt like another world, leaving him inexplicably melancholy.

Qu Feiyan saw his mood was poor and spoke gently: "Big brother, could you come with us? At the very least you need to know the way so you can visit me later!" As she spoke, her eye sockets grew hot and tears spilled out.

Feng Yi wiped her tears and said: "Good sister, if fate wills it we will meet again, but the jianghu is too perilous; you must not return alone to the Central Plains, lest you endanger your life—remember this well!"

Qu Feiyan widened her eyes, at a loss.

How could she know that in the original plot she was killed by Fei Bin, and Yue Buqun even forced Linghu Chong to see her just to run her through with a sword?

These orthodox martial artists did not care that she was a girl of twelve or thirteen, just as the demonic sect's members would exterminate without mercy.

Feng Yi also said to Liu Zhengfeng and the others: "Let's take advantage of the Holy Maiden's prestige and just leave directly; don't make a tearful farewell, it's annoying."

Qu Feiyan said: "Am I bothering you?"

Feng Yi laughed: "Ask your grandfather, ask your elder sister Liu!"

Qu Feiyan snorted, turned and walked toward the boat, yet every three steps she looked back, extremely reluctant.

Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang bade farewell to Feng Yi, merely exchanging words of cherish, everything understood without words.

Feng Yi saw their ship's sails rise and sail away into the distance, while Qu Feiyan, Liu Jing and others stood at the stern, waving desperately at him.

The wind sounded wuu-wuu, like endless sobbing; even after the sea ship had gone far off, their silhouettes could still be seen.

Feng Yi just stood there on the shore, watching the ship's sails gradually blur, finally disappearing, his heart feeling empty and hollow.

Suddenly, a long laugh rang out; he flicked his sleeves, turned, and drifted away.

His movement was swift; in one breath he ran over thirty li to a market town, where it was already near dusk; he found an inn, ate, and then fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

To be frank, escorting the Liu family had exhausted Feng Yi.

Although it seemed the Holy Maiden was providing protection, he still dared not let his guard down completely.

Feng Yi knew well that a single tune from him had stirred the Holy Maiden's spring heart, likely leaving her damp below; she said she did not want to fall into his hands, and this was absolutely no joke.

After all, Ren Yingying was the sort who, having plighted her troth with Linghu Chong, would not allow him a single teasing word; Feng Yi could hardly be unaware of that.

Thus Feng Yi sent the Liu family on their way, his mind much more at ease, and he slept that night soundly and thoroughly.

Upon waking, he found the sun already slanting westward, so he had no choice but to stay another night.

After all, there was nothing pressing, no need to rush at night; after washing up, eating dinner, and having a drink, he took out his jade flute again.

He wanted to try, to play a gentle note, to see if he could add a bit of life to this world.

Just as his interest stirred, he suddenly heard the rustle of clothing several zhang away, followed by the light tread on tiles, as if someone were flitting over the roof; from the sound he judged that this person's lightness skill was truly impressive.

Feng Yi's heart tightened: "The three-month period hasn't ended yet, so heterodox practitioners wouldn't dare attack; could it be some orthodox martial artists instead?"

Upon thinking this, his spirit jolted: "Great, I've been looking for you—talk about a sleepyhead bringing a pillow!"

Feng Yi held the jade flute, shot out the window, tapped his foot lightly, twisted his body and was already on the roof, like a falling leaf, utterly soundless.

Having steadied himself, he saw only a white silhouette drifting toward the moon, and thought: "Could I have mistaken? Perhaps they're not after me?"

Feng Yi thought so, yet his legs had already followed.

Because this person was exercising lightness skill to travel in the dead of night, obviously on urgent business, yet wore white clothing.

Such a bold individual immediately aroused Feng Yi's interest.

Back when he intended to assassinate, everyone knew to wear night-clothes!

Feng Yi's lightness skill had reached the pinnacle of martial arts; he silently followed that person seven or eight zhang behind, and the person noticed nothing.

At this point Feng Yi also saw clearly that the person was tall and thin, a man, and his interest waned a bit.

The two moved along walls and scaled roofs between buildings; after a while, the person ahead leapt into the air and descended into a large compound.

Feng Yi thought it over, yet stopped his steps. (End of chapter)