Today's spectacle had caught Gao Qiang completely off guard; this staunch opponent of mystifying Chinese medicine had become thoroughly flabbergasted.
He had to ask Feng Jun, "Master, was that lightning something you conjured up?"
Feng Jun gave him a glance and flashed a slight smile before turning and walking away without giving an answer.
But his lack of denial was an answer in itself—he hadn't denied it.
Of course, when it came to the questions from the three women, Feng Jun couldn't avoid giving an answer.
After returning to the backyard, Feng Jun had just entered the pavilion when Feng Jing followed closely behind, with the Zhang family sisters right on her heels.
All three were brimming with curiosity; the fact that they had managed to wait until now was already quite remarkable.
