146, Ghost hitting the wall

Mr. Feng laughed unrestrainedly in front of Chen Ji, his mirth exuberant and unashamed.

As the laughter reached its peak, he slapped his hand on Chen Ji's shoulder and bent over laughing, startling a flock of birds into flight, circling in the night sky.

Chen Ji stood leaning on his blade, its edge a mere inch from Mr. Feng, yet the man seemed oblivious—or perhaps, he never feared what a small official of the Postnatal Realm could do to him.

Chen Ji looked down at Mr. Feng before him, pondering whether to seize the chance and kill him with a single stroke. Yet, after a long assessment, he found... no openings.

That seemingly careless hand on his shoulder must be faster than his blade.

After a while, Mr. Feng straightened up and wiped away the tears of laughter with his thumb, "Young man, you're quite the character. One moment you're persuading me to turn from darkness to light, and the next, you switch allegiances with definitive ease."