Chapter 63: No Day Like Today

While others, even if they secretly disliked the director’s speech, would feign agreement on the surface, Zhong Qin, a temporary worker, saw no need for such pretense and left openly and cheerfully. Chu Zhuo wondered how this action star, who showed no respect for their benefactor, had survived in the industry so far.

Ah—of course.

He relied on his little junior sister.

Clouds drifted across the sky. As Lu Qingfei arrived at the pavilion, Zhong Qin followed close behind, carrying a box of pastries. Inside were crisp pineapple buns and iced treats.

For this, Hua Chen had been frustrated for quite some time: he had clearly done nothing to wrong Ziyan, yet was forced into making such a grand “compensation,” which made him feel like a heartless cad.

“I was brushing the dust off your clothes,” Xiao Muyi explained, her cheeks tinged with pink, sensing that their actions had become a touch too intimate.

Ling Suping had intended to say something, but suddenly realized that for a young man eager to learn martial arts yet lacking a master’s guidance, this might be his best path. Why say anything that would leave him at a loss? Since he couldn’t teach the boy himself, it was better to let him follow his own wishes—perhaps it might yield unexpected results.

“That’s wonderful, Grandpa! You can live a year or two longer now.” Zheng Yifei’s face lit up with joy. Her grandfather adored her most, so she wished above all for him to be healthy and live longer—that would be the best thing in the world.

As murderous intent rose, Qing Ci realized for the first time that the demon clan blocking their path had bloodshot eyes, crazed and bloodthirsty, with reason slipping away. As they lunged forward, they dropped to all fours, claws flashing, spiritual power forming attacks that shot from their mouths one after another.

At the golden altar, Xiang Nanfly sat high upon the throne of the Flame King of Destruction. Below, Mosha Yitilei appeared in human form, dressed in the sleeveless white gown Xiang Nanfly had first conjured for her.

Just now, Mosha Yitilei, already flustered from having called Xiang Nanfly by his real name, let out a shy and startled cry.

After deliberation, it was decided that the sect leader’s father would remain at the Emerald Rainbow Sect, while the sect leader and grandfather led most of the Wang family’s experts away. Only three days after leaving the sect, the Wang family patriarch already sensed something was amiss.

Outsiders had no idea how Xu You had endured these past days. When he finally spoke of letting go, a profound sense of relief washed over him.

But now, Shi Bin could no longer smile. Er Dai and Shen Bing had fought their way to the very end, a full hundred paces away from him. The sudden appearance of Wolf Spear had startled him as well. With this delay, by the time their senior brother finally rushed over to help, his three junior brothers were already on their last legs.

“Hmph! Now I have a new dad and mom! Brother, if you bully me again, I’ll have them take care of you!” I teased my brother childishly.

“Mother, Rou’er said you were looking for me?” Ding Yezi stepped into the room, noticing his mother busy at work.

The Ghost Emperor regarded her with some surprise, for the existence of such an object was nothing short of miraculous for the entire continent.

“Did you forget to take your medicine?” Zhuang Qingqing’s teeth ground audibly—since running into him last night, her luck had gone from bad to worse; he was a walking disaster.

College is a microcosm of society; though she and Zhong Shan were in the same class, without deliberate effort to get closer, they had exchanged fewer than ten words all semester.

When customers arrived, Ding Yezi would slice off pieces of tofu with his knife, while Ding Rou reached out to collect the money from the sale.

Not long after, Chen Lei received notice from the bank that the money had been wired. He stared at the string of zeros for over ten minutes, even slapping himself a few times to make sure it was real. Only then, tears of excitement in his eyes, did he return to the fields.

But when he reached headquarters, he could see from afar who was seated in the place of honor—it was none other than the mother he had struggled so hard to protect. Still, he did not let joy cloud his judgment.