Goodbye, Mr.

The several maidservants didn’t know what was happening, but they were so frightened that they immediately dropped to their knees.

The towering man beside them was also startled.

What’s going on? I just shouted that someone was breaking into the tower—why did they even drop their swords?

However.

What shocked them even more was that Feng Qianyue didn’t pick up her lifebound sword the next moment. Instead, she dropped to one knee.

"Junior Feng Qianyue pays her respects to Senior."

Feng Qianyue lowered her head as far as possible, her heart filled with tension.

She never expected that after parting ways at the Nine Realms’ Cloud Lake, she would meet this person again on Moonlit Isle.

She could never forget the scene of this person casually fishing up a dragonfish at the lake.

Feng Qianyue’s sudden kneeling left everyone around her utterly stunned.

After all, Feng Qianyue held an esteemed position on Moonlit Isle—she was not only the strongest cultivator there but also the personal disciple of the Moonlit Sect’s sect master. Even so, they had never seen her perform such a grand gesture of respect before.

Yet here she was, kneeling before this man without hesitation…

"Greetings, Senior."

The maidservants behind Feng Qianyue quickly followed suit, kneeling as well. Though they were puzzled about the identity of the young man before them, since their mistress had knelt, they had no choice but to do the same.

"Uh…"

The towering man was dumbfounded. He turned to flee, but after taking two steps, he hesitated. Then, he spun back around and dropped to his knees, slapping himself hard across the face.

"You are?"

Yi Feng stared at the young woman before him, racking his brain but failing to recall who she was.

Feng Qianyue felt a pang of disappointment.

Though they hadn’t interacted much, they had spent half a month together by the lakeside.

So, she wasn’t even worthy of being remembered by him.

But she dared not show any dissatisfaction. Instead, she patiently explained, "Senior, we once fished together by Cloud Lake. You were sitting not far from me, and on your other side was an unknown old man in a straw raincoat."

"Oh, it’s you!"

Yi Feng nodded in sudden realization and couldn’t help but ask, "So, how was your catch afterward?"

"Qianyue is untalented, I’m afraid—I caught nothing," she replied with a bitter smile.

"Ah, my apologies. I must have taken all the fish," Yi Feng said sheepishly. "Come to think of it, before I left, I wanted to give you half a basket of fish, but you didn’t seem interested, so I released them."

Hearing this.

Feng Qianyue choked, nearly collapsing from sheer regret.

Even after recovering, her chest still ached with pain.

Half a basket of dragonfish!

If she hadn’t acted so aloof back then, she would have had half a basket of dragonfish in her possession!

She truly regretted it to the core.

"Why are you kneeling? Get up—I’m no senior," Yi Feng said, helping her to her feet. "No need for such formality."

"Thank you, Senior. You are far too humble," Feng Qianyue said gratefully as she stood. "Though I do not know the extent of your strength, just the fact that you caught those fish at Cloud Lake is enough to earn you the title of Senior."

"Ah, it was just a couple of fish—hardly worthy of being called a senior," Yi Feng chuckled, waving his hand. "Next time, I’ll teach you how to fish if there’s a chance."

"Really?"

"Thank you, Senior!"

Feng Qianyue was so excited she nearly knelt again, but Yi Feng stopped her.

"It’s just fishing—no need to get so worked up," he said. "But we’ll save that for another time. Right now, I have business to attend to."

"My apologies, Senior. I was too abrupt," Feng Qianyue quickly said. "Why not come to my residence first? Since I am from Moonlit Isle, you may command me as you wish."

"Oh, so you’re from here? Perfect!" Yi Feng said cheerfully. "Alright, let’s go to your place first."

"Senior, this way."

Feng Qianyue led the way.

As Yi Feng departed with the group, the towering man slumped to the ground in relief.

Thank goodness.

Thank goodness this man didn’t take his earlier rudeness to heart—otherwise, he wouldn’t have escaped unscathed.

Still, he couldn’t help but wonder—just who was this person to command such reverence from Feng Qianyue?

At that moment, a voice transmission reached his ears.

"Do not ask who he is. Just know that he is someone you cannot afford to offend. And it would be best if today’s events were never spoken of. If he were displeased, it wouldn’t just be your life at stake—the entire Moonlit Isle could be wiped out."

The voice belonged to Feng Qianyue.

Hearing her warning, the man broke out in a cold sweat.

He knew Feng Qianyue’s character well—she never exaggerated.

He had originally planned to gossip about this incident with his friends, but now he sealed his lips tightly.

After sending the transmission, Feng Qianyue finally relaxed.

Dealing with such a figure required the utmost caution.

Since he had arrived without fanfare, he likely didn’t want his presence or origins widely known.

That was why she felt it necessary to warn the man.

"Senior, this way."

Feng Qianyue continued guiding him.

The Moonlit Tower was the heart of the island, but it wasn’t a residence. Instead, she lived in a separate building nearby.

Her courtyard was sparsely guarded, with only her personal maidservants in attendance. It was quiet and unadorned, yet impeccably clean.

Inside a pavilion, Feng Qianyue invited Yi Feng to sit before personally serving tea.

"Might I ask what brings you here, Senior?" she inquired.

"Nothing too serious," Yi Feng replied with a smile, cutting straight to the point. "I’d like to undergo your Moonlit Isle’s Death Inheritance. Could you help arrange it for me?"

"Death Inheritance?"

Feng Qianyue was stunned. She never expected Yi Feng to come for this.

In her experience, those who sought the Death Inheritance were either desperate souls burdened by vengeance or mediocre cultivators hoping for a miraculous rise.

Though she believed that even for someone like Yi Feng, succeeding in the Death Inheritance would be a tremendous opportunity, the risk-to-reward ratio seemed far too low for someone of his caliber.

Yi Feng looked at her and asked, "So, can you help?"

Though she didn’t understand his reasoning, Feng Qianyue recognized this as a chance to strengthen her ties with him.

She had missed such an opportunity once before—she wouldn’t let it slip away again.

"Of course."

"I’ll apply for it immediately."

Without further questions or unnecessary pleasantries, she understood that for someone like Yi Feng, actions spoke louder than words.

She swiftly turned and left, heading straight back to the Moonlit Tower.

Her promptness earned Yi Feng’s approval.

"This girl gets things done. She’s reliable."