Chapter Eighty-Three: The Setting

The woman in the forest comforted her while doing her utmost to swiftly organize the information now coursing through her body. After all, the matter at hand did not concern her alone; the situation was grave, and it involved not just herself but the lives of those around her, extending even to the safety of countless beings within hundreds of miles. If errors arose due to her negligence, she knew she could never forgive herself.

“Focus on your own responsibilities. Leave the rest alone. Take good care of yourself. If you become distracted by these matters, you may lose control of your own body,” she admonished.

Li Pengcheng, though full of schemes, was still young, and cast a pleading glance toward Du Mei for help.

Song He’er did not scold her. Instead, she walked over to Jiang Huaifu’s side and examined his condition closely.

Shi An returned to her class’s area and sat on the bench. Because of what had just happened, her earlier good mood had vanished completely.

Shi An replied, “No, no, I went to work, got suddenly called away, just came back, and haven’t agreed yet.”

The man called Zhao Quan clearly had no intention of answering the barrage of questions. Perhaps, seeing the hungry children, he was simply irritable and upset.

Before the wedding, when the two families had met, she’d heard that Jiang Jianhai’s siblings were all quite exceptional. Now, it was apparent that this was an understatement; she’d never encountered such a remarkable group in both appearance and bearing.

Their fear was understandable. This species of snake was incredibly deadly—its bite could kill a person in less than a second.

These were truly important things, impossible to patent; even if one tried, it would be meaningless, and there was even less reason to seek a patent in the West.

The tiles covering the roof had been scavenged from various places by a few of them. They weren’t suitable for large-scale use, but they were enough to patch the leaky roof.

It was well known that the ancient Jingjue Kingdom revered the eye as its totem. The appearance of this totem here indicated they had reached the very heart of the ancient city.

Moreover, at the Ningguo Mansion’s banquets, Jia Qing never allowed them to perform. Only on two occasions, when Grandmother Jia and the sisters of the Jia household visited, were they summoned to dance in public.

Given Ma Zhe’s current prestige, no one would object if he simply issued directives. After all, the company belonged to Qin Yun. He could do as he pleased; the others merely collected their salaries. If things went well and the company thrived, they’d receive bigger bonuses. If it went bankrupt, they’d just dust themselves off and find work elsewhere.

A warm, lacquered bowl was brought to her lips. Ye Qing lifted her head to see Ge Sheng’s familiar face, and felt an immense sense of reassurance.

Heavenly music arose, and infinite power surged forth. As endless rays of light danced, the sword intent around Zi Han disrupted the spirits of all directions.

Ma Zhe smiled. “Auntie, you’ve been to so many places I’ve never visited.” He had once been a poor student with barely any money, and after he became wealthy, he was too busy to travel—even the popular spots in GK, he’d hardly seen any.

Fortunately, Ye Qiu possessed the Six Gates within his body, providing formidable protection and keeping him from harm.

Tang Yu paused, aware of whom the other was calling. Yet, faced with the many factions within the Longyuan Tower, Yunmeng could not appear—not even for an instant.

At this thought, Deputy Nie felt a headache coming on. He patted his companion’s shoulder and said, “Don’t worry, we’ll deploy our best people to track them down.” Having accepted two million, how could they not catch the culprit?

Zhang Qian nearly couldn’t restrain himself from rushing forward to beat the man, but at this moment the fellow wasn’t important. What mattered now was the strange inn. With the system gone, Zhang Qian felt far from confident relying only on the ghostly minions.

The blood wolf leapt forward, but Ye Qiu did not engage. Instead, with nimble steps and a rolling leap, he arrived before the twin shadow wolves.

Suddenly, a pillar of light descended, enveloping the demonized “Wang Chen.” A mysterious, dark golden liquid flowed down the light, falling onto Wang Chen’s transformed body.

Yet this was only the beginning. The ambush behind him, having succeeded once, pressed its advantage, relentlessly pursuing Wang Chen, raining down blow after blow, giving him not a moment to catch his breath.