Volume 1, Chapter 41: For Your Sake

Shen Du spoke suddenly, his tone low yet unmistakably grave.

"What is going on here?" Ye Shaoxuan vaguely remembered that when he last visited, although the ancient temple had been dilapidated, it was not in such a state of ruin as it was now. The light in the woods was also exceptionally dim, mirroring the oppressive gloom weighing on their hearts, unable to find clarity.

Cen Kexin had already begun to view herself as the boss's wife, and leaving such an impression on the staff was truly unfortunate.

Guoqing, anxious after being kicked repeatedly by Er Zhazi, finally snapped. Though he was a big man with thick skin, and the kicks were not light, his spirit remained unbroken. In the midst of the scuffle, Guoqing grabbed Er Zhazi’s ankle, flipped him over, and surged to his feet with all his might.

The situation in the Yongyao territory was the most closely watched event. Countless powerhouses wanted to know what had transpired, and those who had transcended the star domains were all rushing to Lanyu at this moment, desperate to see what had happened there.

Han Siyou cast a cold glance at her, stepped out of the car, and walked into the restaurant without looking back.

"I’d like to discuss the candidate for the new spokesperson of the 'God of Green Light' with you." Yang Jiazhen remained indifferent; he knew Qian Qiyue would certainly refuse his previous suggestion. But if it were a work requirement? She would have no way to refuse, would she? As long as she still wanted to keep her job, he was confident she would eventually agree.

Wenzui naturally hadn't used his full strength; he was merely using the Golden Mouse for training. He had no desire to act as a whetstone, so he could only vent his frustrations on the creature.

"I was wrong." The soft, gentle words made Zuo Muyang stiffen. Under the dim light, Lin Xiaohuan looked at him with such pitiable vulnerability that his ears instantly turned red.

"I grant you the power to command the thunder!" When Tesla uttered these words, everyone in the group of four, including Shenxing Wuji, was astonished.

Cheng Zili intentionally drew out her words. Lu Yichen heard the strangeness in her tone, yet he had no idea what riddle they were playing at.

However, Bai Ze was covered in injuries, and those two pats made him want to wince in pain, though he ultimately managed to hold it back.

"These children simply lack a solid foundation and have been left unsupervised, so their manners might make some people uncomfortable. But they are all bright and quick-witted; otherwise, begging for food wouldn't be such an easy task, would it?" Zisu continued with a beaming smile.

Chu Yue was naturally filled with hatred, but she could not openly take action against these medicine merchants. However, as for what happened behind the scenes, that was another matter entirely.

By this time, Zisu and Prince Zhao had already lurked onto the roof of the room. Listening to the unbridled conversation inside, Zisu felt that these bandits had truly reached the end of their rope.

The school was distributing benefits this year, and substitute teachers were included, receiving the same as the permanent staff: a barrel of oil and a bag of rice each.

Carrying these items, Zisu strapped the child to her chest with a cloak and mounted her horse. She looked back at the deathly silent village, thinking to herself, *My dear ones, I will avenge you.* With a stomp of the horse's hooves, she sped away, leaving a trail of dust in her wake.

Although it was impossible to determine exactly what changes had occurred here, in a place that placed such high importance on feng shui and metaphysics, people generally would not dare to disturb things found on a grave mound.

Han Jing did not stand on ceremony; it was roughly lunchtime, and one needed to be well-fed to have the strength to carry on.

Since Old Xiao had spoken so plainly, Bai Qi could no longer insist. He sighed at Qiao Cuiyun, turned, and followed Old Xiao toward the entrance of Cuiyun Pavilion.