Liu Quchen followed the young girl, his expression somber as they walked into the dense forest.

Then...

Chuzheng had strung up the man, who dangled and swung back and forth in the air, his face bruised and swollen, looking quite pitiful.

Meanwhile, Chuzheng sat beneath a tree, propping her chin with one hand, watching the man swing to and fro.

When he stopped swinging, she threw stones at him from her hand, prompting him to swing again. The man seemed to want to shout but, for some unknown reason, couldn’t make a sound. He could only glare at Chuzheng with a venomous look.

"Miss Fong." Liu Quchen hurried over, his robes fluttering, the cascade of silver strands enhancing his handsome and graceful demeanor.

Chuzheng tossed aside the pebbles in her hand and stood up from the rock she was sitting on.

"Thank you, Miss Fong, for your assistance." Liu Quchen cupped his hands in gratitude.

"Mm."

Chuzheng responded calmly.

Liu Quchen paused slightly, thinking that usually people would be modest and polite; this young girl...

Liu Quchen quickly suppressed his curiosity and said, "Today’s events were a failure on the part of Shenwu Manor, causing distress to Miss. I will certainly handle this properly."

The girl in the goose-yellow dress still had a pale face. Hearing Liu Quchen’s words, she anxiously asked, "Could the Manor Owner keep others from knowing?"

"Naturally." Liu Quchen assured, "Today’s events will not be spread. Rest assured, Miss."

The young girl breathed a sigh of relief.

Liu Quchen took the man away and arranged for someone to escort Chuzheng and the girl back.

"Do you live around here too?" The girl asked quietly, seeing Chuzheng heading towards the southern courtyard as well.

"Looking for someone."

"I see..." The girl murmured, then shyly asked, "My name is Hui Chun, what’s... what’s your name?"

Chuzheng glanced at her, "Do you have a senior brother named Holy Hand?"

"...No...no, my master has only me as a disciple." Hui Chun said, looking confused.

"Oh."

Chuzheng’s attitude was too aloof, making Hui Chun a bit scared of this expressionless sister: "Uhm... what’s your name?"

"Chuzheng."

Hui Chun looked envious, "That’s a really nice name."

Her own name was casually given by her master.

Hui Chun exchanged a few words with Chuzheng, but seeing that Chuzheng wasn’t interested in conversing further, wisely closed her mouth.

Arriving at the courtyard where Jinhua Saint resided, they heard a loud roar from inside: "Hui Chun, you dead girl, you still know to come back, what have you been doing?"

Hui Chun: "..."

Hui Chun looked at Chuzheng awkwardly.

"That’s... my master."

An elderly man burst out of the courtyard, spirited despite his white eyebrows and hair, pointing at Hui Chun and starting to bellow: "How many times have I told you, don’t run around, your little arms and legs, someone could crush you with a finger, why don’t you learn... who is this?!"

The elder’s gaze fell upon Chuzheng.

"A sister I met on the road," Hui Chun quickly said, "Master, I wasn’t running around."

Chuzheng glanced at Hui Chun, who gestured with her eyes not to tell her master about the previous events.

Chuzheng wasn’t one to blabber; if Hui Chun didn’t say, she saw no reason to mention it.

"Greetings, venerable elder," Chuzheng said proactively.

"Oh?" The elder scrutinized Chuzheng with a hint of curiosity in his gaze, "What’s your relationship with Feng Hanyuan?"

After all, needing a favor from someone, Chuzheng answered pleasantly, "Biologically, he’s my father."

Chuzheng felt a rush of air before Hui Chun was whisked away by the elder to his side, the courtyard door slamming shut in the next instant.

Chuzheng: "..."

What does this mean!!?

What trouble has Feng Hanyuan caused now?

Chuzheng looked bewilderedly at the closed courtyard door, feeling conflicted.

Chuzheng went over to knock on the door, and inside came a booming voice from the elder: "Fong family girl, get out while I haven’t changed my mind!"

Chuzheng: "..."

Needing a favor.

Needing a favor.

Calm down.

Chuzheng didn’t continue knocking, standing outside the courtyard, contemplating whether climbing the wall would get her thrown out... Jinhua Saint had excellent medical skills; surely his martial arts weren’t just as good?

Creak—

The courtyard door opened a sliver, and Hui Chun squeezed her head out from inside.

Seeing Chuzheng still standing outside, she quickly slipped out.

"Do you have something you need from my master?"

"Mm."

The little girl hesitated, "What is it? Let me see if I can help you talk to my master about it."

After all, this person saved her; if she didn’t show gratitude, she wouldn’t be worth much.

"I want your master to take a look at someone."

"Hmm..." Hui Chun figured, given she’s seeking out her master, it’s definitely for his medical skills.

"My master..." Hui Chun glanced inside, "My master really dislikes Feng Hanyuan."

"Why?"

"I don’t know..." Hui Chun shook her head, "Since I joined my master’s school, I’ve known he really dislikes Feng Hanyuan. My master curses him when he’s drunk, and the curses are quite harsh..."

Remembering Feng Hanyuan is Chuzheng’s father, the little girl suddenly fell silent.

Her eyes circled around, "I’ve learned from my master for a long time, so why don’t I attempt to see? If it doesn’t work, I’ll find a way for you?"

Chuzheng was skeptical.

This little girl couldn’t even handle that one man...

Good medical skills don’t necessarily equate to good martial arts skills; thinking this way, Chuzheng decided it was worth a try.

"Alright."

Hui Chun: "I can’t do it right now... Where do you live? I’ll sweet-talk my master and sneak over later."

Chuzheng told her the courtyard where she resided, and Hui Chun immediately went back inside. Chuzheng heard the elder’s thunderous roars and the girl pitifully whining within.

-

Late at night, after her master fell asleep, Hui Chun slipped out of the courtyard.

By now, the sky was dark, and Hui Chun’s daytime experiences suddenly surged, enveloping her in a shadow.

She looked at the distant darkness and swallowed nervously.

"Phew..."

Hui Chun took a deep breath, apprehensively running into the darkness.

She hadn’t run far when she saw someone holding a lantern standing over there. Upon noticing her, the person immediately jogged over.

Hui Chun was so frightened she almost turned to leave.

"Are you Miss Hui Chun?" The newcomer was a girl.

Hui Chun sighed in relief.

"I’m Xin Yu. The Tower Master sent me here to escort you over."

Hui Chun already knew Chuzheng was the Tower Master of Fengman Building, so she felt even more at ease upon hearing this: "Thank you."

"No need to be polite, Miss Hui Chun. It’s my duty. This way, please."

With Xin Yu leading the way, Hui Chun safely reached the courtyard.

This courtyard was brighter than the others, with lanterns hanging all over, giving it an even safer feeling.

"Why are there so many lanterns here?" Hui Chun pointed at the lanterns above.

Xin Yu answered primly, "Young Master Man Yue doesn’t like it being too dark, so the Tower Master had us hang these lanterns. This way, Miss Hui Chun."

Young Master Man Yue?

Who is this?

Suppressing her curiosity, Hui Chun followed Xin Yu into a room.

"Tower Master, please, please..." As soon as Xin Yu entered, she heard someone protesting.

Inside the room, Chuzheng sat on the table, holding a small, broken object, while a young man beside her was wailing: "Ah! It took me so much effort to make that!!"