While greeting, Di Junxiong was also observing Du Qingyue, feeling that using the word 'stunning' to describe her appearance was truly insufficient.

Her complexion, features, body proportions, and fashion style were impeccable, especially her iceberg-like aura that naturally made one feel a head shorter when facing her.

Wow!

The master is truly the master, even able to conquer such an ice-cold beauty, impressive!

Du Qingyue naturally didn't know what Di Junxiong was thinking, otherwise, she would have kicked him out. It's fine for a disciple to admire his master, but to this extent, it's a bit too much.

Turning her gaze to Jiang Yixin, as if to ask: Are you sure this guy isn't lying?

Jiang Yixin nodded, indicating confirmation.

"Have a seat." Du Qingyue said calmly.

"Oh, okay."

Di Junxiong obediently nodded, sitting on only part of the sofa, with his hands on his knees, like a well-behaved child in kindergarten waiting for candy.

Du Qingyue sat opposite him without speaking, just calmly watching him.

Di Junxiong soon became somewhat uneasy, feeling like a suspect sitting in an interrogation room waiting to be questioned, anxious and tormented, as if there were nails under him constantly urging him to stand up.

"Madam, I brought some local specialties with me when I came; please have a taste."

Unable to hold on any longer, Di Junxiong opened his big travel bag and took out some dried fruits and local delicacies.

"Xiao Feng put you up here?"

"No, no, I'm a police officer. I applied to transfer to Jiangcheng, and as soon as I got off the train this morning, I thought I'd come to visit you." Di Junxiong gave a naive smile, saying "If you have any dirty or tiring work in the future, just call me."

Saying this, he placed a business card on the coffee table.

"Did Xiao Feng voluntarily take you as a disciple?" Du Qingyue continued to ask.

In her impression, Xiao Feng would never do such a thing.

What's more outrageous is not even greeting her about such a big matter, has he been out there for so long that he thinks she can't control him anymore?

Di Junxiong immediately explained, "No, it's me who insisted on having him as my master. At first, he refused, saying he needed to discuss it with you, Madam. Later, seeing my sincerity, he reluctantly accepted me."

"Really?" Du Qingyue said with a half-smile.

Di Junxiong immediately nodded, "Yes, that's the case... To be honest, I really admire the relationship between Master and you, Madam."

"Oh?" Du Qingyue curiously said, "What exactly do you admire?"

"Of course, it's the kind of concern Master has for you. Madam, you wouldn't know, but once when Master was drunk, he kept calling your name, showing how much he cares about you." Di Junxiong vividly described.

Unbeknownst to him, he was already exposed.

Xiao Feng got drunk?

Is that possible?

Du Qingyue clearly remembers Xiao Feng drinking white liquor like water at home, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

"Did you become Xiao Feng's disciple to learn how to tell lies from him?" Du Qingyue sarcastically smiled, "You're far behind your master and haven't mastered it yet."

"Uh…" Di Junxiong realized he had misspoken, but wasn't sure what exactly was wrong.

Could it be that Master never drinks a drop of alcohol?

No, he clearly drank with him!

Di Junxiong probably would never have thought that his revered master is someone who never gets drunk no matter how much he drinks.

Therefore, just mentioning being drunk was enough for Du Qingyue to determine he was lying.

Fortunately, Du Qingyue didn't seem intent on holding onto his mistake, and with a smile, she said, "Since you're here, stay for a meal. Pack these specialties up and share them with your colleagues at the new place; building good relationships will keep you from running into walls everywhere."

"Thank you, Madam!"

Di Junxiong stopped being overly polite because he could feel that this official Madam isn't the kind of person who likes formalities; whatever she says is what it is.

Thinking of this, Di Junxiong couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Master, you've got it tough!

However, if Xiao Feng heard this self-destructive sigh, even if he wasn't expelled from the sect, a beating would be inevitable.

Because Xiao Feng had heard more than once from others about him having it tough, making it seem as though he's always living in misery.

Over time, it became akin to a disguised curse.

"Di... Junxiong, right?" Jiang Yixin placed a cup of hot water in front of Di Junxiong.

"Yes." Di Junxiong quickly stood up, taking the cup with both hands.

Jiang Yixin curiously asked, "What did your master teach you?"

"Just a set of exercises for physical fitness."

"Why don't you practice it for us to see, and we'll give you some guidance?"

Di Junxiong hesitantly said, "I can, but I'm a beginner, so I hope you two... ahem, don't laugh at me."

Having said that, he silently acknowledged how close he came to blurting out "you two Madams."

That's clearly something that can't be said in front of the official Madam.

In the courtyard, Di Junxiong got into position, then began to simply stretch his body to prepare for the upcoming demonstration.

Du Qingyue nodded secretly; only now did she confirm Di Junxiong's identity. This set of moves must have been taught by Xiao Feng.

"Madam, I apologize in advance for my poor skills!"

Di Junxiong cupped his hands towards Du Qingyue, like a young swordsman in a film, confidently beginning his demonstration.

However, as soon as he spread his feet apart, he felt a cramping pain in his calves, and his leg cramped unexpectedly at this moment.

"Bang!"

Di Junxiong fell straight to the ground, rolling around while stretching his ankle, groaning "Oh, ouch... it hurts!"

"..." Du Qingyue.

"..." Jiang Yixin.

Usually, when someone says they'll "make a fool of themselves," it's a form of humility and courtesy. Who knew with you it's literally making a fool of yourself?

What kind of disciple did Xiao Feng take in?

For a moment, Du Qingyue and Jiang Yixin looked at each other, both having the feeling that this guy was sent by Xiao Feng to be a clown deliberately.

Di Junxiong cried out in pain, having initially intended to show off a bit, but ended up embarrassing himself immensely instead, wondering if he could ever get his act together.

At this moment, two burly, mountain-like men appeared in their sight.

One of them, with a scar on his face, grinned, "Brother, need any help?"

"Tha... Thank you!" Di Junxiong said with a twisted expression.

Lone Wolf and Chen Feihu exchanged a glance, nodding to each other.

One walked behind Di Junxiong, pressing down on his shoulder; the other propped his cramping leg against his abdomen, gripping it and bending forcefully.

"Snap!"

"Ahhhh!" A scream like a pig being slaughtered came from Di Junxiong's mouth.

Chen Feihu looked puzzled, "Wasn't it an ankle cramp?"

Di Junxiong was practically ready to die: "It's a... leg cramp!"

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