Chapter 55: The Feast Concludes (3)

Slowly walking up to the tightly closed door, she could only stand there and stare in silence. She lacked the courage to push that door open, for even though he had long since left the room, the traces he left behind still stripped her of the nerve to step inside.

Was she destined to be led around by the nose by others in the end? Duan Zhong shook his head with a helpless smile. It did not matter anymore; since this destination would arrive sooner or later, and he would have to face it eventually, why should he care about the form it took?

Compared to Yang Li's composure, He Yehua appeared remarkably unnatural. He desperately wanted to avoid her approach; last night's "accident" temporarily made it impossible for him to face her with such ease. Yet, he did not want to further escalate their conflicts, nor did he want his mother, brother, and sister-in-law to worry because of them.

His entire body was dyed a bruised blue-purple from the freezing cold, with a layer of delicate white frost covering the skin exposed through the thinning straw.

"Thank Your Majesty for your concern. Forgive this subject for being unable to rise and receive the imperial gaze." Cheng Yi moved his lips as his consciousness gradually recovered.

On the other side stood a figure draped in black robes, embroidered all over with ten thousand celestial stars. Long black hair cascaded down his back, and a star-shaped mark was etched upon his forehead.

Hearing these words, the excitement on Ru Su's face slowly faded. He had to admit that his master's ability to assess the situation was truly superior to his own, and in the end, things would likely turn out just as his master had predicted.

Now things were balanced. On Liu the Squint's right cheek, there had originally been only a single fingerprint; with this matching one added to the left, the two sides were finally even.

Given Xie Zheng's temperament, even in the presence of the Emperor, he rarely bothered to explain everything, let alone to outsiders.

Thinking of Song Lingyin's attitude toward the Emperor, Wang Zhenyi could not help but harbor a trace of disgust toward the Qianlong Emperor.

Over the years, everyone regarded Wang Zhenyi as an eccentric, and her parents felt the same way, treating her almost like a fool.

After listening to Senju Hashirama's explanation, the head of the Nara clan did not continue to press the matter; knowing that Konoha retained its autonomy was quite enough.

Looking at the sisters Chen Tian and Chen Tang before him, Lu Feng muttered inwardly. Compared to Chen Mengyuan from his past life, the personalities of these two sisters were indeed much better.

Without wasting any time, once everything was prepared, Lu Feng slammed his foot down on the accelerator and drove straight toward the farm.

Even amidst the chaotic era of the Warring States, he had never felt the distance between himself and death to be so dangerously close.

Wen Jiaojiao gazed at the man's face. His immortal grace was timeless, and his long, slanted eyebrows resembled distant, painted mountains. His thin lips, curved like willow leaves, seemed imbued with a radiant and dazzling splendor.

Liu An was also an old fox; the moment he heard Li Changheng's words, he knew the other party was fishing for benefits.

Suddenly realizing something, Wen Tang hurriedly discarded the knife in her hand, stripped off her outer garment, and tossed it aside.

He vigilantly looked in the direction of the sound to see a figure slowly emerging from the woods, the moonlight stretching the person's shadow several meters long.

Of the three artillery pieces, two fell silent in the pouring rain, leaving only a single cannon to spew forth the wrath born of human technological ingenuity.

Lu Chen knew that "Ghost Pill" was not saying this to claim credit; he was simply fulfilling his duty and completely finishing the task assigned to him by Lu Chen.

Had he known about this earlier, he would have sent men to capture everyone together instead of only nabbing Bai Yingying.

Jian Ming's words were like murmurs in a dream. As he looked at Zihan, his ordinary face suddenly turned extraordinary. Shock filled his eyes and his expression trembled as he gazed upon all this before him, watching the young man. Everything froze in that instant, and the phantom dragon still coiled across the heavens like a roaring beast.

Sensing that Elan looked terribly like a devoted senior-brother-pleaser, Gida glanced at Sasha, who in turn cast a pleading look back at Gida.

"Combining those two, his net worth is roughly around six billion. It is indeed quite shocking. With his current wealth, he easily qualifies to rank among the second-tier families in Songchuan City. But as long as your father refuses, don't even dream of being with him," Shen Yuehua sneered.

At this moment, Fang Tianxiang rose arrayed in multicolored divine garments, arriving draped in a crimson robe. Standing atop the five-colored divine bird, he cast an immensely proud gaze toward the Chu family's estate. On this day, brimming with heroic spirit and radiant in his brilliance, the smile upon his face when looking at the scene before him held a deeply enigmatic meaning.

Yet no one knew the truth; everyone was merely waiting for the True Monarch of Death to emerge from secluded cultivation three months later.

People began to rest, and the traces of battle left behind during the day grew tranquil as the embrace of night swept over the land.

The only thing Lu Yuan needed to be wary of was the fact that the movie contained within the flash drive represented a complete worldview. This meant that once an accident occurred, it would not be limited to just the portion depicted in the film's plot, but would inevitably trigger other unforeseen developments known to no one.

Although their strength was sufficient to guarantee turning a profit, they would certainly have to execute a fair number of hedging operations, keeping profit margins relatively low. Gold, however, was a different story; it was bound to climb steadily amid fluctuations. A fifty-dollar surge in gold prices was an absolute certainty, and it might even rise higher still.

After all, they had fought side by side as comrades-in-arms for several years—they were so close they had practically seen each other inside and out. Therefore, whether Shu Yu's tone had changed and what that change implied were matters completely clear to him. Now, judging by the tone of Shu Yu's voice and the sequential order of her statements, he had gathered a wealth of information.

To verify the origin of the trash, he collected all the discarded paper. Among them were a few relatively intact scrolls along with scattered scraps. Su Jing first unfolded the papers to examine them; some bore inconsequential characters that revealed no useful information whatsoever.