Chapter Forty-Eight

Since every table required drinking, Lü Haotian drank on behalf of Bai Yixue. By this time, he had already far exceeded his alcohol limit. However, watching the sheer number of tables they still had to visit to toast, Bai Yixue grew increasingly anxious with every glance.

After the three of them had sat for a while, Hu Bayi inadvertently glanced up at the moon, his expression suddenly shifting as he uttered a sound of surprise. He immediately stood up, took a compass from his pack, and walked forward a few steps. Using a flashlight, he began to study the valley.

"What is this all about?" Li Danruo asked as they walked. Yaohuang looked to her left and right before replying in a low voice, "They said Girl Red Cloud sent someone to look for you." Startled, Li Danruo almost tripped, and Weizi hurriedly stepped forward to steady her. Without asking any further questions, the three of them quickened their pace like flying and made their way into Xiaying Residence.

Wang Kai remained silent in the back, quietly leading the team and following behind. As long as they followed Selina, they would be able to locate William's whereabouts.

"Let's hope so!" Zuo Yisen said indifferently, likely irritated by my stubbornness. But it didn't matter; I could always make it up to him later.

"I'm going to kill him and avenge my father!" Knowing for certain that Uncle Gen was the one who had administered the poison, Huo Ting'en's eyes turned instantly crimson, and he immediately prepared to rush off and find him.

He recalled the days spent as someone else's puppet, and that unbearable plight seemed to have returned to this great hall—only this time, he would not allow them to act so recklessly again.

Having long learned from Lu Tu about the formidable prowess of these seasoned veterans, Ling Yang felt entirely reassured. Abandoning all false modesty, he puffed out his chest, held his head high, and strode ahead to lead the way toward the temple halfway up the mountain.

I shook my head and said, "No." Wang Yijian gave me a nudge and exchanged a meaningful look with me, signaling that I should go and scout the situation first. Only then did I agree. The man told me to enter the main hall by myself, saying the High Priest was already waiting for me, while he led Wang Yijian and the others toward the side hall.

"Zuo Yisen! Zuo Yisen, how are you? Why were you so foolish? How could you be so foolish?" I turned and threw my arms around him, terrified that he would lose his strength and slide down to the ground.

The three of them converged from three directions to suppress him, staying within three steps of Li Zhicheng at all times. If Li Zhicheng had not absorbed the cultivation bases of Feng Lianzi and Li Hanzi using the Formless Flowing Pearl to make them his own, thereby greatly enhancing his power, he would have long since succumbed to their combined attack.

She wore a white lace, form-fitting, full-length dress that trailed into a fishtail hem at the back, which further accentuated her slender and graceful figure. She wore a matching set of yellow diamond jewelry that complemented the ring on her finger.

Li Zhicheng was shocked. No one had ever survived the Wind and Passion Sword and managed to launch a counterattack. Yet Ling Dongyun had emerged from the sword's lacerating fury completely unscathed and delivered a fatal blow. Even Du Hui and the others would have been pulverized by the Wind and Passion Sword, leaving only their fleeing stray souls behind.

Lie Yan was suddenly at her wits' end. After all, from her "visual inspection," there truly seemed to be nothing wrong. Could it be that somewhere beyond her sight, there was still something amiss with Doubao's body?

After all, Mu Tiankuang's strength was obvious to everyone, not to mention the wholehearted backing he received from three supreme elders.

The destruction of the Mandate Palace still sent shockwaves through the capital. In the eyes of many powerful nobles in Great Qin, the existence of the Mandate Palace held special significance. Now that such a symbol had been completely razed to the ground, many felt that the fortune of the Zhao clan had likely come to an end, and with the powerful rise of the Prince of Qin's estate, there was a strong possibility they would retake the throne.

Beneath that ten-thousand-foot precipice, the pitch-black mountain cliff unexpectedly burst into flames that burned for a brief while. After the souls of Li Zhicheng and Xue Qingyun perished together in the fire, the flames gradually died out.

Just as Shangguan Yun was about to sneak into the hall, he saw a short, stout figure walk inside. With a round face covered entirely in pockmarks, it was none other than Zhuang Yan, the second manager of the Seventy-Two Merchant Guild of Jiangnan. With the Song-Jin war currently raging, it was unclear what brought Zhuang Yan here. Out of curiosity, Shangguan Yun quietly crept onto the roof, lifted a tile, and peered down.

Fu Minzheng gave Gu Yunsi a deep look before stepping out of the reception hall first, instructing someone to fetch a trusted female physician.

"Ke'er, I swear I am never coming again no matter what you say. I am exhausted to death," Li Yi said, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead.

After leaving Chutang Hall, Wang Fan took a squad from the sharpshooter company stationed at Chu Stockade and hurried toward Baiyan Stockade. Naturally, before setting off, he had to use carrier pigeons to issue orders to the soldiers remaining at Baiyan Stockade. By the time Wang Fan arrived, virtually everything had already been settled; his only task was to mop up the remaining resistance.

Zou Guang made a decisive judgment on the spot, ordering four soldiers to ready their thrusting spears while his remaining five guards took aim at the four bandits with their arrows. Afterward, Zou Guang commanded everyone to wait quietly as the bandits drew closer.

This was Zhang Kai's reasoning. Zhang Kai believed that this operation was entirely safe and carried no risks whatsoever. Xuzhou was his territory after all, and whether you were a dragon or a tiger, you had to lie low once you reached Xuzhou.

"Who on earth are you people, and why are you surrounding us?" Catching sight of the police officers' stance, Xiao Yi immediately grew displeased, his face darkening as he reprimanded them.

Li Yi was startled out of his wits by that laughter. As expected of a Demon Lord, even his laughter carried such imposing aura; he would have to practice that himself.

Imperial Prince Hao snatched the lunchbox from Tao Hua's hands, picked up a spoon without a word, and began to eat. At first, he only took a few bites simply to prevent Meng Ping from continuing to enjoy the love-lunchbox Tao Hua had specially made for him. But after a few mouthfuls, he suddenly found it delicious. Meng Ping's earlier expressions had not been exaggerated at all—it was genuinely delicious.