Chapter Eighty: An Unexpected Mishap

At this critical moment, the rune of the spirit beast was absorbed by Zhao Yuan. At that instant, Zhao Yuan had no idea what was happening; he stared blankly at it all, utterly bewildered. The woman, too, was stunned. She had never imagined such a thing could happen to him. In a rush, she moved to Zhao Yuan’s side. Yet, despite her agitation, she quickly composed herself, her expression only subtly altered, striving to maintain her dignity as if nothing had occurred. Still, she could not help but sigh inwardly.

“It’s over…” A storm of emotions surged within her; she could not quite understand what was happening. Zhao Yuan, noticing her expression, instinctively frowned, suspecting something was wrong.

Moments later, the vast Hall of the Astral Palace was left with only Jun Zhi. Her gaze swept across the entire bedchamber, lingering on every detail. A bitter taste, impossible to articulate, quietly spread through her heart.

How could she have guessed that in Hao Ning’s words, Feng Qing—Angel—had already been included?

By the time she returned again, it might be decades hence. Would the spirits here still remember her?

In that familiar room, surrounded by the arrangements she loved, Yun Yiyi felt a deep happiness and sweetness at every corner of her home.

As she left the courtyard, Zhen Mingtian, having received permission from Lady Quyang to allow Zhen Zhiqian out for the Mid-Autumn Festival, had other matters to attend to.

At that moment, Yun Zichen secretly relaxed. He truly feared that if he left Chu Yu and Yiyi alone to talk, Fei Mo’s jealousy would flare up again, and he’d have to clean up the mess. Lately, he really was afraid of Fei Mo’s jealous streak.

They were even more amazed to discover that this continent, though poorer and more backward than the others, had the longest history. Even the floor beneath their feet bore ancient patterns unseen anywhere else.

Zhao Mengmeng, at heart, was a diligent learner; her humility and eagerness for knowledge were plain to see.

“What? Am I not allowed here?” Li Jinye curled his lips coldly, his smile tinged with menace. At least, in Su Mianmian’s eyes, it was chilling enough to make her uneasy.

A moment’s impulse had led him to pay a high price for that raw stone; now, as he cooled down, he realized the risk was too great. Perhaps he should stop unraveling it, gather collectors with a passion for imperial jade, and let them bid. With luck, he could make several hundred thousand, or even more if he waited longer and let its value appreciate.

Yun Yiyi stepped down from Fei Mo’s lap and walked over to the table where the roses were arranged. She slowly reached out, cradled the large bouquet in her arms, and walked step by step toward Fei Mo.

Yun Jinyao always felt that the present Yan Liran was vastly different from what he would become in the future, possibly due to some kind of evolution.

Ji Zici screamed, his face contorted in pain, with his kind-hearted assistant and others nearby watching in fear.

The crowd surrounding Lu Mingxuan to toast him couldn’t help but shiver. Everyone was wary of that sly fox, Lu; no one dared to go too far, for if he decided to “get back” at them, the consequences would be dire.

Su Yile, forced to abandon her call because of that man’s arrival, ran fearfully into the corner.

“I thought you wouldn’t pay your respects. Dressed so darkly, it’s not obvious—go wash up outside,” Lan Fei said, heading into the inner room to change clothes.

He had clearly never met someone like Ye Qingluo, who was utterly unafraid of his authority and so brazenly rude to him.

“Let it go,” Jiang Yejin said, testing her foot and finding no serious injury. She had no desire to make a fuss and persuaded Zhou Jiani to drop the matter as well.

At that moment, An Miaozhen suddenly collapsed with a crash, falling motionless at Ya Shu’s feet, less than half a step away, blood seeping from her chest and staining her maroon robe—a sight all too clear.

Su Yile looked at the man who seemed to lack so many essential human qualities. “Then give us a smile,” she said, spreading her lips in a grin first.

You came… but you didn’t say a word, just stood there with that icy face, and to an old soul like me, the first thing you did was throw a punch.

Zhusa slept soundly, but could hear rumbling noises from outside, as if some beast was roaring.

The earth sprite, on the other hand, seemed much more at ease. True to its nature, it burrowed into the ground and did not reemerge, as if determined to enjoy a long, peaceful sleep.