Volume 1, Chapter 38: Master of Two Cities, Marching South!

"Do you have a lot of liquor?" Yang Rong's voice wavered slightly; it seemed she had risen from her seat.

Not long after Mu Fan departed, an old man suddenly appeared before him, blocking his path.

Although they did not know who was on the other end of the line, the caller was surnamed Yi and was addressed by He Aojie as "the elder."

As a staunch supporter of the handsome young man, the old man in the purple robe was desperate to prevent him from botching this matter.

Everything had been proceeding smoothly, but this inexplicable chill finally caused him to falter.

In the end, Yun Qihan released Ye Zixin and walked toward his desk, not forgetting to take along the cup of bitter coffee that had long since grown cold.

Spiritual energy gathered at his fingertips, causing them to emit a rich cyan glow, as if jade had been refined into liquid droplets.

"Fine! Even if I die by your hand today, I shall have no regrets!" Dong Mingchen shouted. His robes were already tattered, making him look like a fallen immortal dragged into the mortal realm, stained by the dust of the world.

Hearing Mu Fan’s puzzled tone, Chen Shishi mistakenly thought he was displeased and felt it was a difficult request, so she grew anxious.

Ku Quan summoned a golden mirror and struck it with a series of demonic seals. Suddenly, the mirror stirred and expanded rapidly. Countless seals flickered on its surface, and the mirror face, turned downward, projected beams of golden light—a pillar of radiance that completely enveloped Ku Quan.

Helian Ruizhe’s defeat was absolute; sweat streamed down his forehead, and his clothes clung to his body, leaving him in an even more wretched state than Mu Qianxun, who had been soaked in the rain for so long.

Just as he was wondering what was happening, the relic on his chest suddenly trembled, forming a resonance with the one held by the man.

Thunder seemed to explode in Tianxuan’s mind; this was the first time he had heard news regarding the most powerful Central Heavenly Domain.

What she wanted was a partner for life, not someone who only loved and protected her in her youth.

Could it be that a second person had appeared who looked exactly like Xia Xun? If so, what did his words—telling her not to forget him—actually mean?

***

To think it would be this; this frame-up was truly ingenious. At the very least, the person who framed Yang Wang certainly possessed a high level of intelligence.

Mu Qianxun wept silently. Was it not harsh? How many people in this world could be as emotionless and desireless as Mo Xue? She was merely an ordinary person; how could she possess such magnanimity?

The mist was thick, transforming in the air into drifting red and blue threads that intertwined and separated. From a distance, people’s vision was obscured by it, rendering figures invisible.

After the five of them finished speaking, the venue fell into a deathly silence. "Falcon" was an elite special forces unit; although everyone knew their style of operation, they still could not conceive of a way to win this defensive battle.

As he spoke, Long Hao leaned toward Ye Luo’s ear and whispered something. Ye Luo’s expression shifted slightly.

Cornered by Lawyer Zhang’s bluntness, Xiao Yunchu simply gave up on explaining. She was never one skilled in social niceties, and since explaining only invited more suspicion, she decided to let it be.

"If I catch you taking advantage of me, you’re dead!" Tang Ya said before turning and re-entering the dressing room.

Qing Changtian gazed at the Golden Crow Glass Sun, his emotions stirred, speaking to Ye Yun as if muttering to himself.

"If I’m not mistaken, he has only cultivated stance training and martial arts, not breathing techniques," Lin Shiyue remarked upon hearing this.

Ye Yun’s eyes gleamed with a faint red hue, and a monstrous killing intent surged forth, turning the surroundings deathly cold.

Fortunately, there was still room for delay, as the company’s legal representative was his father, not himself.

The characters were not written with pigment, nor were they carved into Red Clothes' skin; rather, they were formed by stimulating the tissue with life force, causing it to develop rapidly into the shape of the script.

"Heh, why stop running? Are you prepared to surrender?" the unfamiliar voice continued.

Could he really drink that much? If those glasses of beer were measured in bottles, it would be at least twenty. That was an extraordinary tolerance.

After carefully comparing the tribes mentioned in the map, they discovered they belonged to the Green-Shelled Tribe—a branch of the sea turtle clan.

***

Excluding the wounded from the first and second squads, there were also those from the third and fourth. Their fate was far more miserable by comparison. Despite their constant pleas for mercy, they could not escape death. Faced with their cries and screams, I had long since learned to remain unmoved.

However, to help Andrei—who had not yet grasped the concepts of "minutes" or "hours"—understand his meaning, Wu Qingsheng, acting on the advisory team's suggestion, deliberately chose the simplest method to demonstrate.

Liang An’an tried hard to widen her eyes. "I don't want to!" Only by establishing a connection with Lady Han could her Luo Rui climb higher.

Li Zhi walked in with a smile and sat down. Wu Mei followed, still gripping Li Hong’s ear.

Under the care of the United Nations Temporary Committee on Celestial Events, nine days after being brought to the capital by police and military personnel, Wu Qingsheng’s biological clock had adjusted itself, and he woke up naturally around 8:00 AM.

The leader of this team was the deputy squad leader, Han Mengxuan. After she arrived, everyone began asking about Chen Yujing. Chen Yujing was, of course, already dead, but people always want to see for themselves to confirm the facts.

Luo Yao placed his hand on his cold face, tracing it slowly. Then, he peeled away Ning Fangxin’s mask, revealing the true face of the Lone Wolf. He had not seen this face in years; he never expected to encounter it again under such circumstances.

"Therefore, I have invited an expert here—they are right here," Feng Jian said with a smile.

They were not excited because Yuan Wuxing had agreed to offer a discount, but because of what that nod symbolized.

"So what? It’s nothing more than mountain bandits causing trouble, robbing merchants along the way," Yan Yuefeng said dismissively.

The Wushi Great Emperor did not answer the Supreme Being's question. Seeing that Xiao Yan and his companions did not intend to speak, Lu Yuan took the initiative to step forward.