Chapter 43: The Guardians of Right and Left

Luo Yutian had thought that when Lu Fei caught up to her, he would offer words of comfort. Unexpectedly, he only warned her again—her uncle was simply too biased.
“The Bai sisters—you must not lay a finger on them, do you understand?”
“I understand! I won’t touch them. From now on, I’ll even act as their bodyguard, how about that?” Luo Yutian replied petulantly.
Lu Fei was left at a loss for words...
Wu Wei stepped forward as well; he had always stood up for Fatty. Hearing Wu Wei speak up for him, Fatty felt truly touched.
As soon as he sat down, Tang Ling looked up in a daze. Her eyes flashed, but then dimmed again. Fang Yan noticed her red-rimmed eyes and the tear stains on her pale cheeks—she had clearly just been crying. His heart ached terribly, and he was filled with guilt.
In the days that followed, Han Yaru kept up her usual routine, shuttling between the film set and the hotel.
A gentle breeze brushed along the lakeside, stirring her hair in a way that gave her an otherworldly beauty, like a celestial maiden descended from the heavens.
“I’m wondering what your plan is,” Su Yehua asked perfunctorily. He didn’t actually care, since he intended to secretly involve himself in every step that followed.
She had always thought her hands were rather long, but now they were completely enveloped by his large palm.
“Is it really so hard for you two to just talk things through?” Empress Duan, seeing that both father and son had calmed down somewhat, finally spoke gently.
Looking back, it was truly a chilling thought. At first, Li Yuntian had guessed that this person possessed a cultivation at the Tribulation Crossing stage. In the end, it was confirmed: this person had reached the level of Celestial Immortal.
Miao Yuanzhe returned to the place where he had once served as a soldier, while Zhou Zhihan continued his endless string of blind dates, still searching for her Prince Charming.
Faced with Fengjian’s explanation, Qin Gu only needed three seconds to process it before he began to tremble all over, as if seized by a sudden chill, and nodded.
Xia Xuan looked at Yingbao sitting beside him and felt as if he were in a dream. The idol who once seemed so out of reach was now quietly sitting at his side, watching the sunrise with him. It all felt so unreal, like a dream he was afraid would end.
Liu Feng spoke up; to be honest, he felt somewhat uncertain confronting this Hellhound. He wondered whether it might be related to the Underworld’s mythical three-headed dog.
“Prince Xie Yu.” After expressing thanks on behalf of those outside, Peerless Roga shed his disguise and, with a blink, slipped out through the opening at the back of the large tent.
Fifteen million yen was, after all, only one million yuan—yet Yoshikawa Hiroshi acted as if it were an extravagant sum.
But ever since it had tasted the delight of spirit veins, the Void Ray refused all other food—even spirit liquid no longer tempted it. It crouched at the edge of the pet space, eyes fixed greedily on the dense network of spirit veins clinging to the crystal wall, drooling incessantly.
Though Midnight was moved, he felt even happier for Tarot. This shortcut was certainly tempting, but Midnight’s resolve was as solid as iron. Even if he was shaken, his core would not be swayed.
He arrived at the battlefield in the nick of time. With a single sword stroke, thunder and wind erupted, and the inescapable killing formation was instantly unraveled.
Upon hearing her voice and seeing her silhouette, the bald, scar-faced man’s pupils contracted sharply, and a trace of fear arose within him.
Why had he infiltrated Yuanshan? Why target Zhicheng Life? Who inside the Great Xia was helping him? Where was the headquarters of the Command Spirit Sect hidden? How many people did they have?
Lin Yixuan squeezed deeper into the cave, while Chu Yunmo kept watch above for a long while but saw nothing but the endless waterfall.