Volume 1, Chapter 64: Trusting You

Seeing this scene unfold before her, Lin Zhiyu could not help but freeze in momentary astonishment, unable to comprehend what the other person meant.

Yet, in the very next instant, the door to the private dining room was pushed open.

Right now, they were desperately wishing for someone to come forward and put Mu Feng in his place; that guy was simply outrageously defying the heavens.

Fortunately, the envoys were also terrified of the formidable "Spatial Grand Archmage" before them, and thus did not pursue the matter any further.

After a night of rain, the sun emerged early the next morning, rendering the scenery within the mountain forests exceptionally picturesque.

"What has happened?" This was the only mandatory route, and Jia Zhengjin had to pass through. Closing the city gates for no apparent reason was genuinely troublesome. With no other option, he had to question the commander of the city guard.

After all, as the Crown Prince, the garments delivered to him were always finished clothes meticulously embroidered by the seamstress workshops or the needlework artisans of the Yuqing Palace.

Sushang pondered for a moment; dwelling on it further was indeed pointless. Pondering blindly without a single clue was merely a waste of energy, and it had been a long time since she last visited her master and senior brothers. She might as well use this opportunity to spend some quality time with them—perhaps one day her memories would simply return on their own.

As her voice trailed off, nearly everyone instantly shifted their gazes toward Mu Feng.

Why? Was her sacrifice still not enough to bring him joy? Why had he become so haggard in just a few short months? Was he living poorly?

Hearing his words, everyone's expressions changed drastically, and they instantly lapsed into a heavy silence.

Seeing that Yinzhi had been provoked into a fiery rage and Yinreng had vented his frustration, he no longer had the mood to waste any more time with him, and followed him into the side hall.

Chen Zisheng beat back the opponent in front of him, then landed a punch squarely on the eye socket of another young man, rescuing a third-year middle school boy who was being pinned down and beaten. That boy lacked physical stamina but possessed quick reflexes; seizing the moment his opponent retreated from the punch to the eye, he charged forward and unleashed a flurry of wild, flailing punches, managing to even the score.

The sensation of knowing oneself to be in danger yet being utterly powerless to do anything about it was truly agonizing. It was tantamount to passively waiting for a crisis to descend, and he intensely disliked this feeling.

White Snow shook her large head, rolled her eyes cutely, let out a delicate huff, and turned her head away.

"No, we only managed to locate a few branch halls of the Soul Hall. Even he doesn't know the whereabouts of the Soul Realm," Wang Wu shook her head, expressing her helplessness.

Having not seen each other for so many years, their cultivation had also reached the late Foundation Establishment stage. The reason they were able to make such progress even after their blood pill potential had been exhausted was because Shang Yongren sent over a batch of resources every year.

The hotel was open free of charge to the contestants. Stepping inside, one could see some of the participating competitors eating, while others were enjoying the various facilities provided by the hotel.

"You just walked in from outside, didn't you hear your own servants discussing it?" Li Longze asked with some surprise. It would be understandable if Taowu hadn't left the house and thus didn't know, but Wang An must have encountered quite a few of the City Lord's Estate servants along the way, right?

While throwing a tantrum, Li Yuzhen cast peripheral glances toward Guo Boshu not far away. During the first few years after they were first married, whenever she put on such a life-or-death scene, Guo Boshu would invariably step forward to reprimand her younger brother, thereby achieving her goal.

On the grassland, amidst the torrential rain, a youth desperately urged the horse beneath him. The steed was spiritual and knew to surge forward wildly without needing the whip. The pursuers behind him were not to be outdone either, biting closely at their target with a distance of barely twenty meters between them. Had it not been for the order to capture him alive, the youth would have already been reduced to a cold corpse.

"I couldn't possibly ridicule you; I only love you all the more." With that, Lü Bu unfolded the garment to take a look.