Chapter 19: The Encounter

“Shall I go with you?” Su Ruoxi looked at Lin Yu, a hint of concern in her voice.

“President Su, the Xu Group specifically requested that if Mr. Lin Yu agrees to the meeting, he should attend alone,” the secretary bluntly rejected Su Ruoxi’s suggestion.

Su Ruoxi was quite surprised by this; it seemed that Miss Xu Qingcheng was no ordinary person.

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Xi Menjing wiped a cold sweat from his brow, thinking to himself that if not for spiritual energy neutralizing the effects of the alcohol, he would have collapsed by now.

At his current level, the power of the Fifth Force was immense—worlds apart from before.

Upon the towering hundred-meter city wall, a massive ice barrier began to take shape before their very eyes. The figure mounted the icy slope, climbing upward. Countless arrows, once entering his domain of frost and snow, were slowed by immense blocks of ice, unable to threaten him in the slightest, only barely impeding his progress out of the city.

“Your opponent has appeared. How does that feel?” Chisong remarked to Jizi as he placed a black stone on the chessboard.

Lin Yuxue had her reasons for remaining silent. Wang Bing was still so weak; even aside from the Pontiff Jiang Yu, someone like Yu Fan, a “bishop,” would be more than enough to kill him. The thought of meeting “Gu Xinfeng” was a wild fantasy. Lin Yuxue kept quiet because she was afraid he would rush recklessly into the “Radiant Alliance” if he found out.

“In that case, tomorrow we’ll make a grand departure from the city! Then, once outside, we’ll split up and sneak back in. I want to see exactly what she’s searching for!” After Li Tian outlined his plan, he received everyone’s approval.

Her tight-fitting dress traced every perfect curve of her figure, accentuating her allure in all the right places. She was simply stunning.

Everyone who frequented Heaven on Earth was either wealthy or influential, yet Long Xiang’s extravagant entrance still turned heads. It was the same lobby manager as before, Sister Yan, who recognized the young man from afar.

“Yes, I’m looking forward to it as well. But I wonder how long it will take before she’s fully integrated?” After nodding, Lu Yiping asked.

It was truly eerie—the wailing of an infant in Coffin Liu’s house. The cries sounded especially mournful and chilling, sending shivers down the spine.

He had striking features and a wicked air about him, making hearts skip a beat. He was mixed-race, with a shock of fiery red hair, but now that once-sleek mane had been tousled into a wild, unsightly mess.

The diners in the restaurant had already changed; the table nearest them looked over in annoyance, disturbed by their heated argument.

“Did the supervisor not give you a flyer?” Yu Manman eyed the leaflet in his hand, reaching out to take it back.

“Look at you, so direct with your words! But I like it. If you’re straightforward with me, it means we’re close.” Dashan’s remark earned him a few exasperated glances. But it didn’t bother him—he had a resilient heart, perfectly equipped to filter out rejection and scorn.

She was curious to know who this reckless person could be. After all, in this country, it had been mentioned in the plot that an auction required official approval before it could proceed.

Perhaps she was simply exhausted, or maybe it was the familiarity of this bed, but after much tossing and turning, Mu Wanchun finally drifted into sleep. Her breathing was even, her expression tranquil—like an infant untouched by the world’s troubles.

Nangong Xiayan’s eyes were unreadable; beyond dealing with the Nangong family, the true power of the powder was in dealing with Nangong Yinyi.

“Don’t bother me.” The Shadow and Ye Guhong entered from outside. The Shadow was still dressed as flamboyantly as ever, arms crossed, her gaze burning into Xu Yifei, though there was a trace of helplessness in her voice.