33. Falling Ill

I do not want you to worry. You must smile; your smile must never vanish from your face. You must remain joyful always.

"As for why they allow it, they likely figure that rather than letting these people starve to death, it is better to have them consume our food reserves. After all, cooking itself requires quite a bit of manpower; given such an advantage, why would they stop it?" Cain walked over slowly, filling in the gaps in Jeanne's speculation.

An Xiu'er looked up at her. Seeing Mother Fu’s serene expression, she felt a sense of peace in her heart. Listening to the chatter of the maidservants and watching their smiling faces, she pulled Tuan Tuan into her arms and planted a kiss on his cheek.

The sweltering heat gradually faded, and autumn arrived in the blink of an eye. The leaves on the mountains had not yet turned red, and while the days remained somewhat sultry, the moment the sun dipped below the horizon, the air became cool and pleasant.

But what wrong did I commit in the first place? It was King Yue who was mistaken. Facts have proven that Empress Dowager Jingxuan was right.

Sky Eagle had no other choice; if there had been any other way to get Duan Hongyu inside, Sky Eagle would never have resorted to this.

After two quarters of an hour, Pan'er saw a cluster of low adobe houses ahead and guessed they had arrived.

Now, he sat cross-legged, calming his mind to stabilize his cultivation. Seeing that there was no longer any spectacle to watch, the surrounding crowd dispersed.

Sword Mountain was bustling now, but Li Fuyao had no interest in joining the fray. Whoever wanted to be the head of Sword Mountain or the greatest swordsman in the world beneath Chao Qingqiu, Li Fuyao did not care.

Unable to make sense of it, Duan Hongyu simply stopped thinking. It did not take up any memory in his phone’s contact list anyway; having one more or one less made no difference.

He carefully examined the Hall of Imitated Immortals. He did not know how many years this hall had existed; the items inside were either damaged or long since decayed and vanished, leaving the space empty and desolate. At the front of the hall, a jade wall shone with brilliant light, illuminating the entire chamber.

Watching Luo Tian nod slightly, Lei Dong flicked his sleeves and turned to leave, as if he could not bear to stay for even a moment longer.

As they drew closer, Lei Liang realized the person flying on the sword was an acquaintance—Senior Sister Qi Wan'er and Qiu Shi'er from Shaoyang Peak, accompanied by another sect disciple whose name he did not know.

"These Thunder-Attracting Stones are materials for forming arrays, and they are rare treasures in the cultivation world. Presumably, this is the reason for the formation of this lightning-struck region," Ge Yunsong said after observing a black stone for a while.

"Hmph, this is clearly an incomplete item. Even if it is a treasure, it is only one piece; who knows how many years it would take to collect the rest? I think you all must have a death wish," Zhao Ming snorted, his expression unfriendly as he walked forward.

Upon hearing Kyle’s introduction, Wang Tian’s body trembled, and a faint flicker of fear appeared in his eyes.

Xia Mingfeng understood their situation and nodded without refusal, agreeing to the matter. After discussing a few other details, the ancestor designated a member of the Xia clan sitting at the rear to lead Xia Mingfeng and Ji Muyu away to another archaic house.

The eighth mural appeared much more peaceful, depicting the back of a man standing at the peak of a mountain, overlooking the entire world as if he were the supreme ruler of heaven and earth.

He had clearly been unwilling to come and dine with everyone, and only did so reluctantly under the persistent persuasion of Zhong Mushan. Yet, he had not expected that as soon as he arrived, such a thing would happen.

With that said, the other Supreme Elders in the room nodded, then fell into silence, remaining as motionless as the dead. The entire room and the whole winter became deathly quiet, with only thick spiritual energy swirling throughout the space.

Lu Xuan was startled. He looked up and saw Heng Xuan blocking his path. Recalling the earlier hostile gaze, he knew the other man was ill-intentioned. He did not speak, simply bypassing him in his hurry to return.

Suddenly, he realized that he only received notifications for information from those he cared about deeply; there were no prompts for anyone else.

"Of course, our Taiping Dao is a government-registered religion and the first indigenous faith of the New Dynasty. If you join us, you won't need to perform military service," the members of the Taiping Dao introduced their faith enthusiastically.

So, she really was one of Su Xing’s beloved partners. The memory of Su Xing desperately trying to save her after she was shot and fell into a coma moved her deeply.

That year, Zhao Fushuang had sought him out, wanting him to take her body into the Mayfly Mountain, but he had refused, fearing the trouble it would cause.

Seeing this, Xiaoyaozi’s expression softened slightly. He let out another loud shout and pointed at the phantom of the white crane, which continued to lift its neck and cry out.

If it were not for Decimus of the Senate insisting on taking the livelihoods of the miners, he would likely still be mining ores with his fellow miners even now.

Gong Cheng stared at her fixedly, as if he were not eating a soft-serve cone, but devouring her.

To protect themselves, the members of the High Council specifically recalled the Lightning troops under Optimus Prime’s command, tasking the remnants of the Lightning Strike Team with continuing the duty of protecting the High Council.