Chapter 43: The Man in the Floral Shirt—Impressive

Zhao Manman’s expression was deeply somber, and she said nothing. It was indeed her fault. After sighing, she walked to the side, picked up her dedicated walkie-talkie, and began to report the situation to her superiors. No matter what, her mission was not yet complete; she still had to carry out the tasks assigned from above.

The incident had already occurred, and after Yang Yongzhang made a sarcastic remark, he stopped pressing the matter.

“Ha! You make it sound so reasonable that I have nothing left to say!” Tian Mo shook his head again—he’d lost count of how many times he’d done so today.

“What are you thinking? We’re not here for a vacation; we’re here for an adventure,” Tian Mo said seriously.

Feng Buer’s face was clouded and dark. After a long silence, he sighed deeply and asked a question.

As soon as Li Mengru’s voice faded, two tides of beasts clashed like armies meeting in close combat. Dust billowed instantly, and a murderous aura filled the air.

All of this was Wang Zhen’e’s doing. Wei Jie had left him to hold Shou County in Shangguan Qingliu’s stead, and he treated this place as his battlefield—a stage to fully display his abilities.

As soon as the words fell, the moving bus fell into silence, broken only by the occasional rumble of engines from outside.

Before the words had even finished, the people brought by the five great families immediately sprang into action, confiscating all recording and video equipment from the media present and politely ushering out all other guests.

The first thing Xie An and Xie Xuan did upon their return was to announce Xie Xuan’s complete recovery and his resumption of command over the Northern Army. This was the outcome Wei Jie had dreamed of, but he never imagined it would come about in this way.

Tian Xin, however, didn’t expose anything. There were plenty of such matters; even though he was their leader, it wasn’t as if he could personally handle every detail.

The reason I recognized the voice on the other end of the phone so well was because it was extremely hoarse and low, and the vocal cords seemed to have been injured—I identified it immediately.

Seeing the way he let her do whatever she pleased, Ye Yaoguang ignored Sang Jixiu’s warnings for them to restrain themselves—after all, after tonight this fellow would be abstaining for over a month, plenty of time for him to cultivate his Gu. Without hesitation, she grabbed Wen Tingzhan by the collar and, with a ripping sound, tore his sleeping robe apart in a wild and forceful manner.

“You claim to be our ancestor. Why do you not protect us? Why do you drive us to the brink again and again?” Jun Ke raised his voice in accusation.

If she didn’t share the pill formula with you and secretly refined pills on her own, even if the price of a single pill increased fiftyfold, wouldn’t you still have to buy it?

Yan Muyang was much older than him; he’d gone to the northern frontier in the first year of Jingkang and stayed for six or seven years. He’d only just returned—how could he possibly retreat?

When Chunyu Pang escorted her out of Xinyuan, she saw Lingyu calling out “Second Miss” in a panic. Waving her over, she felt a pang of guilt toward her.

When first attending lessons at Jingrong Studio, there were six days a month when attendance wasn’t required. On those days, she would sleep in and, after rising, liked to take walks by the lake.

“She borrowed the power of the Thunder Spirit Pearl to absorb Young Master Yuan’s cultivation, filling the gap between her own body and soul.” The art of Gu-making in Miao villages was a form of sorcery. Though they weren’t technically of the Wu clan, they were its closest kin, so Sang Jixiu saw through Duoqima’s sinister technique at a glance.

Yun Muxue had just returned from court with Zhongli Yuan, only to find Zhongli Yi already waiting for them in the Hall of Purple Splendor.

Her thoughts were a mess, her mind blank—she nearly forgot her lines. Fortunately, Fang Ruohua now possessed some acting skill; she was no longer the naive girl she’d once been. Moreover, Zhan Zhao and Pei Zhen were both so stunned they didn’t notice her expression, allowing her to bluff her way through.

“Morin, how did you all manage this?” I looked around as the environment shifted into one straight out of a storybook land, and my astonishment could not be concealed.