Practice

"The makeup is very pretty." Feng Jiu took a small snack with her chopsticks while commenting casually.

"Master," Luo Yu said as he touched the bruises on his face, which had been treated with medicine but had not yet disappeared. "We have humiliated you."

Feng Jiu smiled. "How so? It's not my bruised nose or swollen face. You're the one with that stain."

Several of them talked and sighed inaudibly. They had no way of knowing if the elderly man was so skilled. They would not have gone up to fight if they had known.

"Don't you have a mission tomorrow?" With that face? I doubt the employers will be pleased." She chuckled and sipped her wine. "But it's fine, and the colour is just right,"

"Master, Elder Mei is so skilled; why did he have to come all the way up to our manor? What does he want to do here? Is there any danger if you put him here?" Luo Yu voiced his concern.