"Heh, Martial Aunt, it was a joke. Let's leave it at that. You wouldn't really get too angry, would you?" No matter how he said it, the words sounded like a show of strength masking a hollow heart. The panic in Luo Qian's eyes betrayed what he truly thought. Anyone could see Feng Feitian was not joking with him. Luo Qian was no fool, and he did not believe she was joking either.
Feng Feitian curled her five fingers, and it felt as though five hard, sharp steel needles had stabbed straight into Luo Qian's mind. "Ah!" With a scream, his whole body went limp. Feng Feitian dispelled the barrier of clinging force at the cave entrance, caught him in midair with one hand, and carried him back inside. Tormenting someone was an adults-only spectacle. How awful would it be if children saw it at the cave mouth? Even if no children saw, it would still be bad for her subordinates—or Zhe Fangshi—to witness it.
If Luo Qian had still been capable of making connections, his current posture would surely have reminded him of a classic image from one of the great Lu Xun's essays: a duck held by the neck. But his head throbbed, and his thoughts were in chaos. Feng Feitian's mental attack was not meant to kill him, but because it was meant to torment him, it hurt more than a killing blow!
Once inside the cave, Feng Feitian gave a cold laugh. She thrust out a finger and struck Luo Qian between the brows from a distance. His whole body jerked, then began convulsing like someone in the grip of a seizure. Feng Feitian could hardly bear to watch and was about to stop, but then she caught sight of Luo Qian's note again. "Your venerable