Lu Feng suddenly understood. "No wonder no one in Yan Manor tried to stop him."
He had not expected that although Yan He was somewhat lecherous and sleazy, he seemed to have gotten along quite well with people.
"Ma Qiufeng actually took drunken nonsense so seriously," Jiang Ruoyun said.
A trace of admiration flashed through Tang Yuan's eyes. He knew a little of Ma Qiufeng's character. He was absolutely not someone afraid of death. Though he could be somewhat foppish at times, he had never forced himself upon women.
He was far more upright than Yan He.
His actions today clearly carried the intent of forbearance. He wanted to find the true culprit who had killed Yan He and avenge him.
Ma Qiufeng staggered after the funeral procession, sometimes raising his hand to drink deeply, sometimes laughing crazily, like a madman.
Yet Lu Feng was astonished to detect a faint, nearly imperceptible aura. It came from an exceptionally profound concealment technique.
Ma Qiufeng actually possessed Spirit Gathering Realm strength!
Yet he had shown the world only Three Soul Realm cultivation. Was he playing the fool and acting mad? Did he have some unspeakable hardship?
On second thought, Lu Feng understood Ma Qiufeng's restraint. He realized the man was clever, knowing how to preserve himself wisely and keep a low profile.
Otherwise, there might have been one more person in Ma Manor poisoned and bedridden.
As Lu Feng assessed Ma Qiufeng, he noticed Ma Qiufeng's sharp gaze sweep over him as well.
Lu Feng immediately felt as though someone were spying on him. When he looked again, Ma Qiufeng no longer seemed quite so insane.
Yan He's "residence" had already been arranged at the Western Mountain Tombs. Once the coffin arrived, the sealing and burial rites were swiftly carried out.
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