The bonfire barbecue feast ended in a hasty mess.
Including Ma Pingchuan, no one wanted to stay another moment.
They could not even be bothered with more empty pleasantries, slipping into the house one after another, hoping that out of sight would mean out of mind.
Unfortunately, Zou Feng had developed the habit of practicing martial arts at midnight ever since his days at the Yang Estate.
So even after those people went inside, Zou Feng remained where he was and continued training for a long while.
The various horrifying noises, along with that indescribable scent of cooked flesh, ensured that no one would sleep tonight.
Driven beyond endurance, Ma Pingchuan once went out and tried to make Zou Feng leave.
When Zou Feng could not even be bothered to acknowledge him, the smile on Ma Pingchuan's face finally failed to hold. He entertained the thought of simply taking action and driving him away.
But then he remembered that Zou Feng was a madman. If he made the first move, would that not give this madman an even better excuse to go mad?
Perhaps this fellow was waiting for him to lose his patience and strike first...
After weighing it over and over, Ma Pingchuan ultimately did not dare try.
He truly feared that trying it would mean dying.
Forget it. He would let this brat have his way for today.
Thinking carefully, there was no need for him to be so needlessly worried.
No matter how resolute Zou Feng's will was, no matter how impossible he was to provoke, the human body had limits!
The techniques he cultivated were also precisely the kind most likely to cause sudden death.
There was no need for Ma Pingchuan to do anything. If he let Zou Feng train so wildly, it might