Han Feng watched Medusa's fleeing figure for a long moment. Then he rubbed his nose and could not help muttering.
"Was she... embarrassed?"
He shook his head and laughed, too lazy to dwell on it any further.
Turning around, he descended the Stargazing Platform. The moment he reached the rear courtyard, a burst of hearty laughter drifted over.
Inside the pavilion, Medicine Elder sat across from an elegant old man in green robes, the two happily drinking tea and chatting. It was none other than Wind Venerable Feng Xian.
"Teacher, Uncle Feng."
Han Feng walked over with a smile, casually sat down beside the stone table, and poured himself a cup of tea. "What are you talking about that has you so happy?"
"You brat, you still have the nerve to ask!" The moment Feng Xian saw him, he excitedly slapped the table, his face full of pride. "When I learned that old fellow Yao Chen had regained his body and even broken through to Dou Sheng, the weight in my heart finally lifted. I was so delighted I could hardly describe it! Without another word, I charged straight into Yellow Springs Pavilion and gave that old ghost Huang Quan a thorough beating!"
He gulped down some tea, then cursed in irritation. "Unfortunately, that turtle hiding in his shell from Wind-Lightning Pavilion announced he was entering closed-door cultivation the instant he got the news. I had people block the entrance to his Wind-Lightning Mountains for half a month, but that old bastard did not even dare make a peep! I've been holding in a bellyful of anger!"
Han Feng could neither laugh nor cry upon hearing that.
His Uncle Feng was still as straightforward as ever.
"Uncle Feng, why get angry with him?" Han Feng took a sip of tea,