Time and space were continuously frozen within an elfin dance, along with Feng Yi's movements. This didn't seem to be good news. At least from the current situation, it seemed less that Nangong Qi's caresses were tender and gentle than that the Falling Snow Palm was more like a technique to seal the human body's life channels. The crystal-clear touch at her fingertips was undoubtedly something that could penetrate the skin's surface, similar to true qi.
However, Feng Yi did not show much desire to attack further, merely parrying, or countering as each attack came, relying on his own defense. A portion of the attacks could not break his defense, while others indeed struck Feng Yi. Under Nangong Qi's continuous suppression, Feng Yi's reactions and movements grew slower, his several acupoints all sealed. Despite this, his face still maintained a constant smile.
