Chapter 33

The procession turned onto another road, moving in a grand and imposing manner toward the royal palace, flanked by throngs of cheering citizens.

By the time they returned to Qingchen Palace, Zeyan had still not told Ruoli what Xixi had said to him. Ruoli’s curiosity had already been extinguished, so she gave it no further thought. Zeyan increasingly felt that he was no longer the person he once was; he, who had always been so calm and composed, found it hard to believe that he could ever be thrown into such disarray.

"This is the capital of Eastern Wu; there must be some here. I shall search thoroughly and then hurry back," Ren Xiaoyao muttered to himself while looking around.

In the silent surroundings, a slight breeze whistled through the air. Looking about, one could see servants wearing iron masks quietly attending to their duties. After lingering for a long time, the guards had not blinked once, which made Qinying trust the effectiveness of this stealth technique even more.

The convoy set off again. After all the commotion, it was already four in the morning. Since we needed to leave the city before daybreak, we had no choice but to push the vehicles to their absolute speed limit.

The voice coming through the receiver was somewhat deep, but to Junying, it was one of the most beautiful sounds in the world.

Although it was difficult for him to advance even a single grade now, Mufeng was not discouraged. As long as progress was possible, time was not an issue. With the Wuji Immortal Palace at his back, what did he have to fear?

Zhuang Wulian, hearing the sarcasm in the words, realized he was now working for Wulong. With a powerful backer, he no longer feared even if he encountered Yang Ji, and he flew into a sudden rage.

Kato Chiyuki, being a foreign friend, was perhaps unaccustomed to such a display. After hearing my words, she found it difficult to decline and downed two glasses with me in one go.

Why did I give up the chance for a romantic encounter with Liu Yufei to talk to Liu Xueshan? The reason was simple: too many things had happened today, and Liu Yufei was being far too sharp and aggressive.

Watching Gonggong, who had fainted nearby, Qin Hao thought that since they had no life-or-death enmity, there was no need to kill him. He picked him up and hurried toward where Qin Menglan was located.

"I want to say that the name 'Zhuli Renjia' is just too ugly—can we change it?" Jing Yuchen said, a deep sense of jealousy flashing in his eyes.

Of course, money is not useful to everyone, but for the vast majority of people, it is something they have no resistance against.

"Playing with claws? A formidable demonic claw. Does anyone survive being struck by it? An attack with dark attributes?!" Blood Shadow sneered.

I paid special attention to Zhuo Mingfeng’s footsteps. Unlike the others who walked as if on thin ice, his expression remained calm and unhurried. It wasn't just his demeanor; every step he took was steady and decisive, as if he were walking on a flat road without a single concern.

The burly youth channeled his water-attribute soul power. His gauntlets, imbued with dragon might, shimmered with cold light. With a surge of soul power, he punched out, slamming violently against the sharp, soul-imbued tip of the long spear.

"Eh? Why is there someone in the Sifang Sword simulation room? Didn't I say I was coming here? Who is inside?" Yuan Tong asked, puzzled.

Dongling raised an eyebrow. Honestly, the way Huijue was dressed and his temperament were truly on par with Ji Gong.

Qian Nai had wanted to be direct and make things clear to Zhou Zhu! But in the end, Fuji Zhou Zhu had simply tossed the topic right back at her.

She hadn't thought about it carefully before, but now that she did, there were problems everywhere! It was truly infuriating to have wasted her time and effort. However, she hadn't come away empty-handed; she had brought back seeds for gastrodia and atractylodes.

"Wife, what are you thinking about so intently?" Gu Chen curled his finger and tapped gently on An Xiaoxiao’s forehead.

Although he knew An Xiaoxiao had learned self-defense, he had not forgotten that the person called 'Turkey' was her enemy. His precious wife had been injured because of her before, which made it impossible for him to set his mind at ease.

Stepping out of the Feng residence, the two pondered the situation. Passing by the Su Embroidery shop, they saw it was thriving, with a constant stream of customers and booming business.

"Mouth-to-mouth?" The girl’s expression changed the moment she heard Feng Guang’s words, and she looked toward Xue Ran for help.

The school semester had just begun, and she was primarily focused on her studies. As for tourism, she had already gone during winter break, so she had no intention of going now.

The terrifying pressure of the divine beast was released without reservation at this moment, suppressing the void until it hummed and trembled, sending ripples through the air.

"Curse if you want, but why are you staring at us?" Long Yi and Long Wu were not pleased. They rubbed their bald heads, looking quite proud of themselves.

While Su Qinghan was focused on driving, Su Ranran’s nose suddenly became sensitive, eventually sniffing at Su Qinghan.

Time and again, one couldn't help but think that the underworld was Ye Chen's ancestral home; whenever he felt homesick, he would go back for a visit, stay for a few days, and then return.

Rong Shimian hadn't expected Abe Atsumi to be thinking the same thing as her! He had even resorted to such clumsy tactics to make her call out to Jin Jinlin.

Xiao Botian hesitated for a moment. He understood what Leng Kemei meant. He felt a craving in his heart, but it was a craving he could still control, for he had matters on his mind today.

He couldn't help but think of Qiao Yixuan. Back then, he had said that if there were problems that couldn't be solved in time, one could apply for the Special Affairs Bureau to intervene.

Thinking of this, the six members of the Yue clan would glance toward the private room where Ye Chen sat, their eyes filled with resentment, even gnashing their teeth. Ye Chen’s existence posed a powerful threat that could not be left unchecked.

If it were to self-destruct, it could leave behind a sliver of its primordial spirit. Given enough long, drifting years, it could still be resurrected.

The sun slanted to the west, casting light on the rose in the room, making the bright red petals appear even more brilliant, dazzling, and full of vitality.

Time passed bit by bit. The door to the operating room remained shut, and everyone’s hearts grew tighter with every passing moment.