Chapter 20: What Terms

Lu Fei nodded; he was indeed Ouyang Changxue's senior brother.

Shu Changjiang let out a sigh. "Back when I worked alongside the Goddess of War, we were both in the prime of our youth. Now, I'm little more than a withered old man, while the Goddess of War remains as dazzling as ever. To think that you surpass even her, sir—it's truly beyond belief."

Lu Fei looked like a young man in his early twenties, but in truth, he had already lived more than eight...

"I know about that," the young man interrupted. "At the time, I heard their prescription—it was..." He began reciting a long list of medicinal names and dosages.

Four thousand years ago, a baby was born in White Castle. Her birth in an instant turned the fortress into a city of the dead; at the moment of her arrival, every living being but her perished.

"Sir, I've brought my friend. Please open the way for us," came a voice as sweet and playful as ever. Yet, within that cuteness, there was an unexpected hint of maturity.

Today, Yun Hua brought only two maids; Granny Zhen did not come. Qingyue understood at once that matters in the Marquis's residence were likely quite thorny. Yet since her aunt said nothing, Qingyue did not ask.

Qian Wan burned through her talismans; the birds that had darkened the sky let out a unified cry, circled the altar in the air, then scattered in all directions.

"Who knows," Chu Xizhi retorted, scoffing at Noble Consort Shen before turning away without another glance, leaving her behind.

Beauty Xia's hand, which had been parting the reeds, froze midair. She turned directly to face her upon hearing the question.

Because she knew that the princess was somewhat self-conscious about her looks, the naturally beautiful Tian Jia made a point of wearing no makeup, careful not to outshine her. Years ago, when her father fell under suspicion from Prince Qi and suffered setbacks at every turn, her quick mind took it all in; she had long since learned to keep a low profile and conceal her talents.

Those nearby immediately pictured how Senior Brother Wei should react, but to their surprise, he actually responded—and with the utmost seriousness.

Her father, Xiao Yan, had not yet inherited the title of Marquis of Loyalty and Courage; in terms of rank, he was equal to Lin Yushi's father. Thus, although it was somewhat forward for Lin Yushi to sit beside her, no one could truly object.

Yang Yujie came and went like the wind, leaving not only his friends bewildered but also Wen Juhua and Cai Rushui equally at a loss.

Lord Qianji also caught the expressions of Fei Chengqi and the others. Clearly, having Mo Youran represent the three great families in battle was more a matter of obligation than genuine desire.

On the second level of the Sword Marked Realm, there was an unfathomably deep sea. Upon its surface stood eight weathered stone platforms, each barely large enough for a single person to stand.

With the flicker of a shadow, Ye Lengfeng appeared before Rodman, throwing a punch straight at his chest.

Music, too, had its own hierarchy. For example, the third tier was divided into four ranks: Mortal Tune, Spirit Tune, Emperor Tune, and Sacred Tune.

He stood tall in a white suit, a faint smile gracing his handsome face, every gesture exuding an air of elegance.

How many celebrities, after reducing their workload, simply sat around eating away their fortunes? The less they worked, the less work came their way, and the more they indulged, the sooner they found themselves destitute.

Though the situation was growing ever more severe, for now, everything remained uncertain. The possibility of a special incident could no longer be ignored.

While the Lava Lord Tagnard hesitated, battles erupted in the other three directions as well.

Yet, when the battle on the Supergod Platform finished loading and the mode shifted, Zhao Dingguo and his two companions were left utterly stunned.

"Don't worry, we're always ready. But after tonight, both Xiao Yu and Zheng Xiaohui will know we've formed an alliance with you; things might get a little awkward then," said the Proud Sword Soul.

Zhong Nan only knew that Jiang Mo lived in the rear courtyard, but not which room exactly. Apart from sharing a table at dinner, they rarely crossed paths. Thinking that they'd inevitably have to interact in the future, Zhong Nan decided to pay her a visit, lest she think him lacking in courtesy.