Without even looking, Martial Saint Feng Yuxiu casually raised his palm to meet the attack. A dull THUD, like the beat of a heavy drum, rang out. Martial Saint Feng Yuxiu didn't move an inch, but the old Eunuch was sent flying over thirty feet, crashing into a wall and sliding to the floor.
A look of horror spread across his face as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. "A Grandmaster!" he exclaimed.
"Not a Grandmaster, a Martial Saint!"
Li Longyu said with a hint of playfulness. She looked toward the curtained screen and waved. "Empress Dowager, some matters are more urgent than others. After Yu'Er and my husband return from the campaign and put an end to this war, we will come and pay you our proper respects! Yu'Er takes her leave!"
Wang Yi also clasped his hands in a salute to Empress Dowager Liang and the surrounding crowd. "Everyone, we'll take our leave for now. We shall meet again!"
With that said, he immediately spurred his horse and left Jinluan Hall.
