Feng Yin quietly left the last pharmacy, taking not even the slightest cloud with him, only the golden wind in his sleeves.
He casually tossed a copper coin, buying a string of candied hawthorn, and gave it to the child carried by the elderly lady on the roadside. In the child's radiant joy, he helped the staggering old lady across the road...
Feng Yin's mood was excellent, as was his energy.
So much so that when he saw a small bully taking advantage of ordinary people, he didn't go too hard, just gave him a kick that broke five or six ribs, that's all.
Seeing Feng Yin's generous response, a few ragged beggars plucked up the courage to beg. Feng Yin also threw down a handful of copper coins; and so, beggars from the surrounding area flocked over.
Feng Yin had no choice but to flee.
"There's no more, really no more…"
All the surplus items on him had been converted into silver, not just golden wind in his sleeves, but also silver wind.
