Chapter 33: Casual Conversation

At this moment.

Across the expanse of the living room, He Wenzhou raised an eyebrow, watching her in silence. Her face was ghastly pale, a sight that struck him as alarming. Had he been closer, he would have seen the fingertips of Gu Sheng, tightly gripping her coffee cup, trembling slightly.

After a long while, He Wenzhou found the situation amusing. His narrow eyes curved into a subtle arc as he said, with an air of nonchalance, "Miss Gu, that is your father, after all."

...

From now on, the Vermilion Bird Palace would be his home. Regardless of where he went, he was obligated to help it thrive and grow.

The accompanying Beiqing officials present all nodded in affirmation, their expressions composed and steady, as if they were confirming a simple, self-evident truth, like one plus one equals two.

Such strength requires more than just opportunity and power; it requires, above all, luck.

Leng Mochen nodded. His people had already infiltrated the ranks, and he believed they would make their move soon. By attacking from both fronts, he was confident he would secure evidence against Leng Mohao.

One had to realize that Qin Tian was well aware of how much primordial energy the Spirit Ancestor had absorbed from the heavens and earth—an amount so vast that even eight or ten people like Qin Tian could not have possibly contained it.

The commander of the Japanese vanguard reconnaissance battalion slowly moved his wrist to check his luminous watch. It was five minutes to two. The operation had proceeded more smoothly than anticipated. However, he judged that this distance was the limit; to advance even a single step further would likely result in detection by the Qing forces. The commander decided to lie in wait here, anticipating the signal to attack.

Kaiser leapt forward, landing on the dragon’s back. He crouched low, one hand touching the ground, revealing a modified Gauss pistol strapped to his back.

Having said this, Zhou Yunfeng took out the medicinal herbs for the Tiger-Leopard Body Tempering Pill. Although he would need to add higher-quality ingredients to craft a pill truly beneficial to himself, he clearly would not do so for the first batch.

A bitter smile flickered across Wu Zhengyang’s lips. He understood that in Ye Yang’s eyes, the lofty throne was not worth a second glance; the very idea of usurping it was nothing more than a colossal joke.

The attendees of the dinner included Mobile Unit Commander Li Gensheng, Security Unit Commander Duziteng, Deputy Commander Woniu, Political Department Commander Fourteen Gege, Imperial Guard Commander Li Changgui, as well as Qiuqiu and Xiuxiu.

Sima Qian might have occasionally erred in his research, but he would never resort to fabrication.

Meanwhile, in the game, the positioning of the KG team members made it clear to the audience that although this Yasuo was being controlled by the top laner, he was actually heading for the mid lane.

Standing before the threshold, watching the titans come and go, one could strive with every ounce of effort every single day and still remain unable to approach that door, left only to glimpse the light within whenever it opened.

Once Meng Feichen understood, she tried the spellcasting method she had used previously and found it effective; she then used a healing spell to treat her internal injuries.

After an indeterminate amount of time, a celestial aura began to emanate from Meng Feichen’s body. The pain gradually weakened... grew fainter... and finally vanished without a trace.

"Yes, here is a five-square-meter spatial bag," Meng Feichen said, pulling one out and handing it to her.

"Hunters have a hunter’s methods. Sending them back for research is fine, but we have no way to extract their memories for now. We should go directly to find Cheng Zhi."

However, as the founding war dragged on, the Guo family’s fortune was being steadily depleted by Liu Xiu.

Although Jian Yun had not personally endured those hardships, she had inherited the memories of her predecessor and understood the profound difficulty of it all.

Without this unexpected turn of events, it would have taken Xia Lan at least ten years or more to become a Golden Core cultivator. After all, breakthroughs are never guaranteed; one must always account for the unpredictable.

Seeing him so calm and composed, I felt much more at ease; he clearly had a plan. Upon seeing me, he greeted me and told me that tonight I would have to accompany him once more to the Third Prince’s temple to consult the oracle and investigate the reason behind our family’s misfortune.