Chapter 86: Who Could Possibly Not Like Our Xixi?

Ming Yingtan regained his usual calm demeanor and sat face-to-face with Xi Yun to discuss the cultural tourism project. Throughout the meeting, Lu Qingfei played the role of assistant, handing over documents and pouring tea.

The forty-minute conversation proceeded smoothly, though Xi Yun sensed a faint, peculiar atmosphere lingering in the air. The answer to this unease revealed itself as their discussion drew to a close.

Ming Yingtan sat upright on the simple sofa, his elegant features appearing younger than his actual age. When he looked up at Lu Qingfei, his gaze was deep.

"Eight thousand, no problem. Tomorrow I’ll go with you to repay them and get your father released." Han Ke thought to himself that Su Wenwen’s father must have borrowed from loan sharks. At least she hadn’t lied; it seemed she was truly desperate when she came to borrow money.

Su Wenwen and Zheng Qing, who had been lost in thought, were startled by Li Fei’er’s sudden action. Both exclaimed, "What are you doing!" and hurried to Han Ke’s side, checking him thoroughly from head to toe.

Mu Zifei had almost driven Shui Wuqing to the brink. To fight? Impossible, for he was no match for Mu Zifei. Yet if he didn’t fight, he would lose face completely.

Xue Shan said, "Alright, six are enough. If the bridge breaks, we can reconnect it." With these words, he lifted the long sword beside him and strode toward the cave entrance, followed closely by Su Huai, Fang Jin, Xue Jun, and Du Xuan’er.

The earliest arriving counselor explained that Han Ke was aware of yesterday’s events and was here to help. After hearing this, Xia Xiaoxue merely cast a reproachful glance at Han Ke and said nothing more.

Qing Luo’s gaze softened, as if recalling some distant, beautiful memory. In the depths of that illusory reminiscence, a pure and gentle aura washed over her.

Han Ke deliberately brought up Li Xiaotian, as he had not forgotten the promise he once made. If he hadn’t met Du Chaohui, it would have been nothing; but since they crossed paths and he had the chance to clarify matters, Han Ke would do his utmost.

"Let me ask you: have you ever seen the Red Card harm your people with your own eyes?" Mu Zifei posed another question.

His anxiety grew; he had no idea how much Chu Qian truly knew, or what exactly she had uncovered.

Especially the eleven special admits, who were immediately thrust into the ranks of campus celebrities by curious onlookers.

"A honey trap? Damn, why do I never get such luck?" The fat man slapped his thigh hard as he sat in his chair. Perhaps he hit too forcefully, for he promptly began to rub it.

Only a few among them had participated last year, and those had earned excellent results.

Now, in their hearts, Su Zheng was like a talisman. As long as Su Zheng believed in them, they harbored no doubts.

The river water had become somewhat turbid, though this was due to the town government’s recent remediation. Just a few years ago, the Great Qing River had turned into the Great Black River, its waters foul and pungent.

Looking at the ruined Wang Lun, Su Zheng’s expression remained calm. Feeling the power surging within himself, even he found it hard to believe.

"I’m holding my beloved wife’s hand. Is that any of your business?" Meng Ankai glared at her, his face full of proud defiance.

He had wanted to call Kipkore over, but his leg still hadn’t healed. Even if he came, he could only watch everyone eat, which would be torture for him.

Back then, Dugu Jian and the Blade King had not entered the Immortal Realm, so with the help of many, the Starwatching Sect was rebuilt.

Though he seemed to boast extravagantly, Liu Yan nodded respectfully. As a fellow martial artist, he understood that pride, yet he was surprised the other knew about the organs of the gods.

Meanwhile, Ye Fan was filled with suspicion as he looked around, realizing the environment was indeed rather strange.