Volume 1, Chapter 31: You Still Love Me!

The Lantern Festival banquet had not yet concluded even as darkness fell. Mei Gongxue rested for a while in a side hall, and feeling no further discomfort, she took Hongxiu and left the palace early. Despite the many unpleasantries of the day, her emotions had calmed significantly by then.

That villainous general came from humble beginnings; so what if he had been granted the title of General of the North for his military exploits? He was penniless. It was said that when he came to the capital to report for duty, he had to stay in the servants' quarters at the Grand General's residence. As the garrison commander of Tianjing Pass, he must surely know by now that the pass had fallen. If he did not come forward, it could still be claimed as a defeat in battle, and his family in the capital would not be implicated. But once it was discovered he had surrendered, that would be another matter entirely.

This glimmer of light was so faint it was nearly invisible; had it not been stirred by the sliver of divine sense that Mo Feng had compressed and sent wandering between his ribs, it would have been difficult to detect.

In the bathroom, Wen Ran finished her shower, put on her pajamas, and spoke to her baby in the mirror for a while before pushing the door open to leave.

Clearly, Zhang Jiao was well aware of Chen Xingyu's recent actions and was extremely displeased with his slaughter.

The words had barely left his lips when the foxes circled the dead one twice, then lifted their feet and ran in unison in the same direction.

Suddenly, the old woman’s grip on my hand loosened; she leaned back, looking at me with a hint of terror.

It was a long process of experimentation, but Ling Han did not feel he was wasting his time, for in the process, he had deepened his insight into the power of the planes.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't go until after the New Year?" Honestly, Luo Honglan was loath to see Fang Pingying leave; these past few days, she had truly treated Fang Pingying like her own sister.

Under Ye Fang's intimidation, Mo Feng recounted his experiences in Yinzhou over the past few months. Ye Fang listened in stunned silence, then beat his chest and stomped his feet, lamenting the good time he had wasted in the mountain hollows.

He had called to tell them to leave early; combined with the exhibition organizers begging them to leave at noon, it was clear that their film crew was being targeted.

It was like a human born without limbs—no matter how talented they might be in other areas, they could never practice boxing or kicks.

The other fellow disciples would not agree to it either; besides, with the strength of their Mount Junnan, why would they ever need to seek self-preservation?

Lee Hyun-hyeok was waiting for his car; hearing Yoo Ji-min's words, he thought for a moment before nodding and getting into the vehicle.

"Stop the carriage! I see my lady," Di Jingheng pulled back the curtain and shouted at the driver to halt.

"She is already in such a state, and as a teacher, how can you lead the way in pressuring her? If something happens, who will be responsible?" Zhang Mei comforted Yi Qinghong, then looked up to pose the question.

"It's like this, Mom: Autumn twisted her ankle, and there's no one to take care of her in the dorm during the day, and her family isn't in Seoul," Lee Hyun-hyeok explained, recounting the circumstances in one breath. "And since I'm quite close with Autumn, Hyun-seo asked me to look after her."

But the atmosphere in the principal's office today seemed a bit off, as the news about Zhang Weiwei had already reached their ears.

The sky-mansion, resembling a celestial island, was wreathed in wisps of extremely fine, silvery-white light as it descended toward the rear of the Dragon-Tiger Mountain Taoist temple.

The two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents posing as NYPD officers exchanged a glance, a flicker of relieved smiles appearing in their eyes.

With that thought, I bit the tip of my left middle finger and smeared the blood onto the Yin Official's Token. With a hum, the golden, brilliant token shuddered violently, and a streak of crimson light shot up a meter high like a rainbow, merging with the golden light to become a blend of gold and red.

The head appeared incredibly handsome, yet its presence on the chest of a demon was clearly bizarre.