Chapter Thirty-Two: How Are You

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Jiang Daiyin found it rather strange. Did she really look like the sort of person who could launch a rebellion?

Even the original owner had merely been hot-tempered, domineering, and spoiled. She had not been arrogant enough to go that far, had she?

“Mother, I’m just saving up a little more silver for my own security.”

Jiang’s mother was still somewhat uneasy. After all, it was difficult not to be suspicious when her daughter had suddenly changed her ways and begun treating the Tenth Prince so well.

“All right. I’ll have your brother take care of it for you.”

The Jiang family had always been...

“Heh heh, I thought you could handle it yourself without us.”

As Xu Zhe’s voice faded, three figures appeared beside him.

The moment the unicorn heard those words, it became visibly alarmed, and a trace of hostility surfaced in its eyes.

Let us not forget that, before long, she would bury an unknown number of enemy soldiers alive. The figure was counted in the millions.

Only this knight wore armor that gleamed with a cold, bloodthirsty light. Only this knight still held a massive red sword, blood dripping continuously from its blade.

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“Who would have thought that Night Raid had so many users of Imperial Arms? Could this man also be an Imperial Arms user? If so, we’re in trouble. Night Raid is powerful, certainly, but we never expected to encounter three Imperial Arms users all at once.”

“Heh heh. I forgot to tell you—I’m using only ten percent of my strength even now.”

Wang Biao laughed disdainfully.

In orthodox cultivation, the most important thing was one’s karmic connections. Before reaching the pinnacle, one had to settle every grudge and repay every debt.

The prisoners held in these cells were most of the people who had attended the Hundred Flowers Ceremony that day, including Bi He. Everyone who had been in Hundred Flowers Valley that day, except those who had been killed, had been captured without exception.

“Strictly speaking, Najenda was already part of the Revolutionary Army back then. I might as well have poached her and brought her over. If I could bring Najenda to my side, how could you possibly escape from my grasp, Chelsea?”

Liu Hao thought to himself.

He was the first to leap into the deep pool beneath the waterfall. The others followed in succession, with Zhang Tian and Liu Ming entering last.

Although he was now a master of traditional martial arts, a Profound Warrior who had tempered his bones, in a place like the capital, without sufficient power and money, all he could do was wait.

“Young Master Chen, it seems that your Chen family does not welcome me. Since that is the case, I shall take my leave.”

Jiang Yi snorted softly and turned to leave.

Gu Lin had already prepared clothes, trousers, and shoes for Qin Zhao’s journey. Only underwear remained to be packed.

“Does it look good?”

Guan Tong’s body trembled slightly, her composure clearly feigned. Her face was flushed crimson—half from bathing, and perhaps half from excitement.

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“We can go now.”

Jiang Feng’s voice suddenly sounded beside Galburen. Galburen was so startled that he nearly jumped, his face filled with shock.

“When did you appear?”

“You!”

Lu Mingjun pointed at Jiang Yi, ready to erupt, but when he saw the many pairs of eyes surrounding them, he stopped himself.

Several factions controlled the ports of Xibang. Some came from Country Y, while others came from Country F. Their purpose was to prevent more people from joining the struggle for the Volatility Ore.

Le Xuezhi pondered for a moment, then went to look through the wardrobe. She had originally intended to choose the gentlest-looking outfit.

By then, Zhang Tian was at a disadvantage in every respect. It was bad enough that he was weaker than his opponent; now he was also far slower. The instant Zhang Tian broke free of his opponent, he had already cast the wind-element Swift Movement Technique upon himself. His clothes fluttered despite the absence of wind, and another sword appeared in his left hand—the Rusty Sword.

When Wu Feng first saw Lu Xiaoying, he seemed to guess what had happened. But kindhearted by nature, Wu Feng did not think the worst of it. He merely assumed that Wei Yan had realized the danger and fled, ordering him to stall for time so that Lu Xiaoying would not pursue the matter.

“Of course!”

Hong Dou’er felt hope returning. She instantly seemed full of energy, her eyes shining brightly.

Moreover, throughout the following day, Longtu Academy remained completely silent. While secretly worried, Yan Yusi hesitated over whether to force her way up the mountain in order to buy time and give the rescue forces that were on their way a chance to save them.

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