Chapter 139: A Request for Assistance

"What we did was indeed wrong. Given the current situation, please save Zhao Yuan. If anything were to happen to him, we truly wouldn't know what to do..."

As these words were spoken over the phone, the person before them visibly softened. They understood deep down that if such a situation had occurred within their own team, they would certainly not expect others to handle it any better if they chose to ignore it themselves.

Most people practice empathy; if you treat someone poorly now, you cannot expect them to treat you well in the future. Reflecting on this, Zhao Ling'er let out a sigh, putting on an appearance of being deeply concerned for Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yan's expression shifted abruptly. He hurriedly signaled to A'er, raised a protective barrier of flames, and pulled Xiao Qinglian into his arms, spinning half a circle to shield her with his back against the incoming attack.

On the eve of the competition, Zhao Yan hid in his room, took out his goblin tent, and began his research inside.

Gradually, Hua Shangxue shifted her body; finally, she was able to sit up, slowly scooting to the corner of the wall to lean against it.

"Good! Truly worthy of being my, Mu Yaoyang's, son! We shall not only sit back and reap the rewards of others' conflicts, but we will also become the great heroes of all China! Hahaha—" Mu Yaoyang laughed heartily.

After Diaochan arrived at Lu Bu's side, she took a hesitant step, stopping as if to move again, her lips parting as if to speak. Her orchid-like breath drifted toward them, a faint fragrance so intoxicating that one would willingly risk the senses to inhale it deeply.

Though the face was obscured, one could clearly sense the warm smile that ought to have been gracing it.

"Why do I feel like something is wrong? You are not Li Mu!" This was Mu Xue's voice—soft, yet not weak.

On the other hand, the fleet dispatched by Sun Quan, led by Wei Wen and Zhuge Zhi, secretly departed from Zhang'an while the Han army commanded by Zhou Yu was embroiled in a fierce battle against the Wokou pirates. They sailed to Yizhou, joining forces with the local people to drive out the invaders. Yizhou was ultimately restored to the Han territories.

Perhaps because I was too exhausted, I slept soundly until noon, when I was jolted awake by my phone ringing. I picked it up to see that it was a call from Murong Shanshan.

"Hmph, I never would have thought." Su Yan suddenly gave a cold laugh. His expression eased, but his eyes remained sharp and chilling.

Of course, that is only if you have the means to deceive the Sword Elder. But how difficult is it to fool a master of his caliber?

There were other follow-up details, but none of them paid any attention, as everyone had grown tired of the spectacle and drifted off to their own affairs.

"Heh, it's better if you don't wake up. If you really were to wake up, I wouldn't let you live another day."

"Auntie, you..." Li Qiang was seeing Zhang Xuemei like this for the first time. He felt strange, a little afraid, and somewhat moved.

Without the funds to take on the project, it meant the deposit paid to the Tiannan City Group according to the contract would be forfeited, and the project would change hands.

Having lived the life of the elite, they were now being trampled upon by others. How could these ambitious people be content? Thus, various schemes began. In the few decades that followed, two other empires rose in succession: one called "Chu," and the other "Han."

In an instant, the void exploded. A terrifying storm of blades stirred the heavens, sweeping toward Wentian Cheng.

She had invited so many master artisans, yet none were of any use; what kind of profound skill could a young man possibly possess?

A man in an off-white suit walked through the door. He was 1.85 meters tall, with a well-proportioned build, cropped hair, a fair complexion, and black-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. With his hands in his pockets, he was followed by two burly men in black.

He never expected these hardened farmers or mountain folk to risk their lives for a commander they had no personal connection to.

After the words left her lips, Luo Shihan suddenly realized she might have gone too far, and her face flushed slightly.

"Yes, this is the letter." As he spoke, Yin Yi took a letter from his person. On the envelope, three large characters were written: "Lu Yuan."

The wild vines provided even more cover. Sanwa hurriedly employed his supreme movement technique, flickering and dodging, hiding his tracks and concealing his movements.