Chapter 33: The Tragedy

“Old Master Xu, but from what I’ve learned, isn’t this jade pendant something you acquired at an auction?” Lin Yu voiced his doubts, making no attempt to conceal the fact that he had investigated the origins of the pendant.

A look of surprise flashed across Old Master Xu’s face, though it disappeared quickly as he replied, “No wonder—after all, this concerns your parentage, you…”

This was entirely beyond Xiao Tian’s expectations and predictions. Yet, it seemed that fate always enjoyed playing tricks on him. As Xiao Tian, weighed down with worries, opened the door to his room, his internal phone began to ring insistently.

It was only when the convoy reached a vast, boundless plain that they finally came to a stop. The soldiers responsible for vigilance leapt from the vehicles, dispersing to form a defensive perimeter. They would safeguard the convoy’s safety, preventing any stray zombies from approaching.

Suddenly, a business opportunity even more lucrative and stable than the perfume trade presented itself before Zhou Yuanqiang.

However, this was the first time he had encountered something completely free of charge. Free things were either suspect or a setup to get someone in trouble.

Song Ran, still apologizing repeatedly, was nearly tongue-tied with remorse. “Truly, I have slighted you today, young master. I promised to recite for you, and today should have been the day…” His sincerity was unmistakable. Xia Yan paid him no heed and left with the scholar.

This caused Ye Xinghun’s nerves, which had only just begun to relax, to be tested once again. After all, among these people were at least a dozen officials of ministerial rank or higher—and even an elder who stood at the very pinnacle of the republic.

All along, the Church had revered Romon as a savior, someone who could never be surpassed. In the past, Romon had shown utmost respect to Prophet Karad. Who could have foreseen that today he would refer to him as “the old man”?

Yet there was a drawback to this approach: if they encountered someone truly unyielding, not only would their objective remain unfulfilled, but they would thoroughly enrage the other party. After all, if one’s entire family had been killed by you, there was nothing left to lose—they would fight you to the end.

This matter had first been mentioned by the old matron when Zhuang Qintong was brought into the family, and now it had resurfaced unexpectedly.

What I long for is to be with my sister. I wonder what it is that she seeks in her heart now.

If two people truly love each other, shouldn’t they do everything in their power to be together, using every last ounce of strength to remain side by side?

As she stepped to the roadside, a black Rolls-Royce came to a halt right before her. Hao Yan opened the car door and slipped inside, only to be kissed immediately.

If Shi Jun hadn’t been entirely sure that the person in the photo was Ling Zhengdao, the additional photo of Shen Muran in Warren’s hand made everything clear.

Ji Bei was startled, quickly dropping to his knees. “Princess, did I do something wrong? If so, please punish me. I beg you, Princess, don’t send me back.” If he returned, he would never be able to quell the emperor’s fury.

After Li Xuan turned and left, he truly wanted to walk away for good. But then he thought, if he left so abruptly, everyone would worry, and it would ruin the mood for all.

Xiang Wan left the bathroom, her cheeks instantly flushing red as she saw that the incoming call was from Bei Mujing.

Most of the real estate developments in this area belonged to the Qin family, so the security guards saluted him promptly when they saw him.

They arrived at the foot of the famous Flat Top Mountain, where the river flowed by and the observation deck extended along the shore.

After tending to the wounded, everyone gathered the next day to discuss the current situation. Song Tianji learned that Yang Burduo and his team had found five tokens.

The power of the repeating crossbow, at such close range, could shatter both man and horse. The Liangshan troops, poorly equipped, stood no chance of resisting. In the blink of an eye, a swath of them fell, their agonized cries rising and falling in succession.