Before Feng Puzhi arrived, her voice carried in; in the moment He Leyong and Xie Qianbing were startled, she pulled the curtain aside and arrived before them. The two had never seen Feng Puzhi before, and just now they'd only heard her bell-like voice, and had assumed she was a middle-aged woman. Only once they truly saw her did they realise she was already in her seventies. Feng Puzhi's figure was thin, and the clothing she wore, made of coarse hemp, had started fading from wash, and the collar of her inner robes, revealed at her neck, gave off the faint scent of honey locust. Though it was already a summer's day, she dressed in spring weather clothing, as if she couldn't sense the blazing heat of the moment. Her figure lacked any adornments except for the peach-wood hairpin that carelessly gathered her headful of silver hair. "Shifu," Qin Anhe called out, and hurried over to stand at Feng Puzhi's side. Feng Puzhi didn't respond, merely meeting He Ley...