Yet Lin Qingfeng's movements remained just as elegant, just as... punchable.
When a fire crow attacked from the left, he casually brushed a hand through his hair, tilted his head back, and turned away, letting it graze past his back.
When a fire crow attacked from the right, he once again brushed a hand through his hair, tilted his head back, and sidestepped, letting it skim past the tip of his nose.
With every attack he dodged, he would invariably repeat the same set of show-off moves—brushing his hair, tilting his head back, and turning his body—all while continuing to run his mouth.
"Ooh, you missed, you missed."
"Hey, old man, did you forget to eat today? Want me to order you a roast chicken?"
"A third-rate Nascent Soul like you should just retire already! What's the point of even being alive?"
