Chapter Thirty-One: Silence

At his age, Shu Zucheng had met countless people and experienced many things, and he’d designed against more than a few. Yet he never imagined he’d stumble at the hands of a mere youngster.

The origin of this predicament lay in Shu Ji’s impulsive actions, but Shu Ji was someone he had personally nurtured. Years of careful cultivation still couldn’t compare to a so-called useless failure. Now, Shu Zucheng found himself wavering...

After entering the room, Yang Fan finally saw Tang Mingshan. Tang Mingshan was busy sorting medicinal herbs, but upon seeing Duan Yu, a faint joy appeared on his face.

As the cold shout echoed, Song Zheng summoned an invisible giant hand and clenched it into a fist, striking the ground beside Tianyu. Stones and rubble flew into the air, the earth trembled, and Tianyu was startled.

He recalled the words he’d once said to Director Luo Changpei in the office, hoping to escape disciplinary punishment.

Director Mao was a subordinate of Mao Renfeng. As a compromise, Director Mao was to rush to Chongqing immediately to handle other business. The capable were sent out, the incompetent promoted to the halls—a bitter irony, indeed.

I said, frankly, you don’t need to tell me. I already know our master was once a rogue, and he has ties to the Black Banner.

“This is indeed a problem. The only ones who can take the stage are you two. But first, we must sort out the role of the old priestess. As for the other supporting characters, we’ll have to come up with something.” Teacher Ye frowned as he studied the script.

“Fellow cultivators, you’ve all journeyed far and surely expended much spiritual energy. Let’s rest here a while and restore our strength,” Qingxuan said, glancing at the cultivators around him.

But as the Jade-faced Killer gradually approached, Fu Zhuang, who had collapsed weakly and struggled on the ground, suddenly lifted his head. A fierce gleam flashed in his eyes.

Yang Fan tidied up at home, prepared himself, and unexpectedly arrived safely at the entrance of the Holiday Hotel. He glanced at his phone: 10:30 p.m.

Tongtai Group had become one of the world’s top hundred enterprises, though its rapid growth had not yet drawn much outside attention. All these achievements were thanks to Yang Fan’s leadership through countless difficulties; everyone in the company admired him deeply.

With fewer people, things were easier to manage. If he stayed on the periphery, it was unlikely he’d encounter Shen Zu. Even if he did, he was confident that, with proper preparation, he could escape using the Map of Hangu before being killed.

“Of course!” Zhou Feilong forced a smile, but worry lingered in his heart.

Director Wang clutched his chest, eager to introduce a doctor to them—he felt the whole family should get their brains examined.

The room was filled with specialized hospital equipment, almost rivaling an operating theater.

After all, Ping’an Dao operated right under his nose without his knowledge; his tenure as chief constable really left people speechless.

The fleet was now trying to return to Blue Star, but with sudden events unfolding there, Jiang Feng had to send a message in advance so the situation could be handled.

Chen Yu seemed oblivious to the dazzling reward effects on the screen, his head bowed as he fiddled with his phone.

It seemed that wrestling honestly wouldn’t work—he’d need to use some tricks… Wugen Sheng thought to himself, slipping his other hand into his pocket.

After listening, Ye Tian was immediately displeased. He’d only met Uncle Yin once; he didn’t even know this middle-aged man—so what was all this about saving face?

She was Xu Zhaozhao; even now, crushed into the dust, she had once been the brightest jewel of Lake City.

“Girl, this has nothing to do with you. You’d best leave, or don’t blame me for being ruthless,” Gao Shubing said, gripping Xia Wanting’s collar tightly.