Wang Anfeng was already in front of him, separated only by a single plum blossom.
Yet not even his clothing had moved.
Qin Fei felt a piercing sensation between his brows, as if he was being stabbed by needles. For some reason, although it was just a single plum blossom, he felt as if swords were pointing at him from every direction, making it hard to move. His body was stiff.
Wang Anfeng placed the plum blossom branch on Qin Fei's shoulder.
The last winter plum landed on Qin Fei's shoulder. With the fall of this plum, Wang Anfeng had no regrets left in Heavenly Capital City. His heart was clear as he cupped his hands toward Qin Fei and laughed freely:
"Farewell, Brother Qin."
Then he turned and left.
After a long time, Qin Fei finally regained control of his body, gazing at the plum blossom on his shoulder and letting out a bitter laugh. Back in his youthful days, his martial arts had clearly been superior, yet now he could barely catch up, already lagging far behind.
