Chapter 129: An Unexpected Turn

“If we had known from the start that you truly knew nothing at all, there’s no way we would have come to you. And now, at this critical moment, you come back and say all this? We haven’t even spoken yet, so you all just be quiet!”

As these few muttered on incessantly along the way, Zhao Linger couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Given how things had turned out, none of them had really considered these people. Now that it had come to this point...

“I’m not saying I have to quit, just venting a little at this moment. We’ve already reached this stage; if this matter can’t be resolved, then you’ll have to handle it yourself. And now that things have come to this...”

He called it a glob of paste, but it bore none of the traits one would expect. There were no visible bones, no signs of strong limbs, yet this blob stood rigidly upright on the ground. Lacking any differentiation of limbs, it resembled a barrel-shaped gelatinous creature.

At this moment, Howling Skyhound lay on the ground, wagging its head and rubbing itself against the earth! This fellow was truly incorrigible, a bona fide lecher! Even in his dreams, he was thinking of beauty.

Nearby, not far from the frozen lake, a few heads quietly popped up from a dense forest, watching the legendary battle unfolding on the icy waters.

And before the Southern Xiongnu’s Left Division even clashed, the Han people had started fighting among themselves first—what was going on?

“Uh...” Hearing their conversation echoing from the clouds above, Xu Feng wiped a cold sweat from his brow.

The resentful black mist was suffocating. The charred body lay before Han Fei’s face, black blood dripping from the boy’s eyes and mouth onto Han Fei’s pristine white mask.

“My position has been made clear. No matter what, the Personnel Department must give an explanation. As the Personnel Manager, you must bear responsibility. Vice Chairman Liu, what do you say?” Xiao Guonan showed no respect for the man surnamed Liu, pressing him with full force.

This man was generally good-hearted, but when life was on the line, few could hold onto their principles.

At this moment, only Meng Qi and Nami remained in the meeting room. Nami looked at Meng Qi, who seemed like a stubborn child, tracing patterns with his finger on the floor without looking up. A gentle smile played on her lips as she slowly approached and knelt beside him.

Lan Xi persisted, “Du Shanggong said the Imperial Noble Consort is so outstanding that we cannot hope to compare, but Shanggong, would you say the Imperial Noble Consort’s character and wisdom are unmatched in your heart? Is even the Empress not comparable?”

They glanced back toward the shadow on the greatsword in Simon’s hand. In a fleeting moment, they saw a cold and proud gaze fixed on them—a look like a blade that, with just one glance, inflicted intense pain upon their bodies.

The spring breeze swept across an endless expanse of green grass, rippling like rolling waves of emerald, a sight that lifted the spirit.

No words could truly express Hao Xin’s feelings now. To lose and then regain—there is no greater joy in life. At some unknown point, Xia Yenuo had grown so important in her heart. Without this accident, perhaps she would never have realized it in a lifetime.

After hearing Hao Meng’s words, a beautiful curve appeared at the corner of Xia Yenuo’s mouth. Since the scales were now unbalanced, he would add weights to tip them completely to his side.

The young man’s demonic aura descended upon him; his breath shifted abruptly, as if a demon lord had arrived. The void trembled, and demonic energy surged through the heavens and earth.

“So you mean the Marquis of Yiyang blames His Majesty for removing Huangfu Yizhen?” Zhang Rang interjected sharply at Jiang Qi’s emotional response.

“Let’s go. Let’s see just how extraordinary he is, and while we’re at it, ask what he experienced on the Trial Heavenly Path,” the Elder of Qingyun said.

“Uh, my name is Li Xiaoyi, a high school student. Nothing special, just pretty good at games,” Li Xiaoyi stammered.

In response to Yan Liang’s recklessness, Jiang Qi finally withdrew his gaze from the distance and turned to Yan Liang, whose face was full of worry, bearded and glaring fiercely.