Chapter 16: Two Important Matters

Lu Fei dodged to the side, evading Luo Yutian’s entanglement.

“If you keep this up, I’ll leave right now!”

Hearing these words, real tears welled up in Luo Yutian’s eyes. The last time she saw Lu Fei, he had said the very same thing, and afterward, he truly vanished without a trace. She searched all seven mountains of their sect, but Lu Fei was nowhere to be found. In the end, she had no choice but to leave the sect and return to life in the city.

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Because of the matter with Young Master Du earlier, the old butler was already acquainted with Guo Ai, and even more so with Xianyu Yan, the Left Street Envoy.

The silver mink was clever. With its master in a drunken stupor, it dared not act too brazenly, choosing instead to stay close to Dugu Huan and not venture far.

Su Yi had been in low spirits these past two days. Although the hospital had approved her for a permanent position, she simply couldn’t find any joy in it.

The burly man strode up to Xue Jinpeng, grabbed him by the collar, lifted him off his feet, and slammed him hard against the wall.

“Hahaha! Envoy, there’s no need for such formality—someone, bring the envoy a seat!” The resounding voice of the Emperor of Dongling echoed down from the highest seat in the hall.

When she heard the news that so many around Ye Luo had died tragically, a look of pain flickered in Tian Yufei’s eyes.

But before the blond man could cry out, Fang Yi had already seized him by the throat. No matter how wide his mouth opened, not a sound could escape.

The Volvo XC90’s appearance was neither outstanding nor flawed; it was perfectly conventional. Those who drove Volvos were often wealthy people who preferred to keep a low profile.

Their opponents appeared to be a merchant caravan, currently forming a defensive array to withstand the pirates’ assault.

Only Granny Rong couldn’t suppress her smile, her joy spilling over for her mistress and for the emperor.

In a room in Japan, Ishihara Shota sat facing a projection-like screen. On the screen appeared a man seated in an armchair, wearing a demonic mask.

A day later, Feng Fan arrived at Saint Mountain of Glories. At the border between the outer and central regions, he flipped his right hand, and the Five Elements Primal Banner appeared. As he waved the formation flag, streams of azure true essence surged out, transforming into illusory formation nodes.

“Yue’er, whatever you want your mother to do, I’ll do it.” Stimulated by Yan Yue’s emotion, Li Yun was too overwhelmed to think; at that moment, she would agree to anything Yan Yue asked.

What made Ye Bingyin even more uneasy was that they actually intended to capture Hua Rou again to threaten her; the man in black did not want Ye Bingyin dead yet—perhaps he still had use for her.

“Who are you?” Jiang Kaijun asked nervously. Seeing their perfectly tailored black suits, he suddenly recalled that Qin Shaojie’s bodyguards from the day before had dressed just like this. Could these men be his people?

“By the way, what’s your name?” Murong Yan asked in astonishment, never expecting that such a figure would be at Wang Baokun’s side. Why had he never noticed before? How much valuable learning time had he wasted?

After listening to Ming recount his past, and exchanging a few words with him, Qin Shaojie finally seemed to come to his senses and looked at Beiming Zhan, who was sitting silently, lost in thought.

Xuanyuan Xiao stepped forward and slapped the man squarely across the face. The man had no idea what was happening and didn’t dare dodge, fearing his ignorance would doom his entire clan. He accepted the slap, anger simmering within but never daring to show it.

Such splendid attire—she ought to wear it less often in the future. In the palace, drawing too much attention was never wise, whether due to talent or beauty.

After simply cleaning and dressing her wounds, Sikong Changting ordered his men to throw Rosa into the car, and the group set off grandly towards the police station.

“The path of cultivation is not only about power but also about one’s state of mind. If you cannot grasp this, your achievements will always be limited,” Lan Haitian said, gazing at Li Jin, finally allowing himself a few more words.