Chapter 41: Pavilion in the Forest

Lin Yu felt a ripple stir in his heart when he saw this reply. He hadn’t expected the other person to mention the descendants of the Lin family so directly, and it left him a little astonished. The bluntness of the response only fueled Lin Yu’s curiosity further.

“Xuanhao, have you ever met this person?” Lin Yu inquired.

Su Xuan...

The aunt tidying up in the kitchen noticed my embarrassment as I only served myself half a bowl of rice, afraid I’d go hungry, and asked with concern.

The storm clouds parted, revealing a muscular figure surrounded by lightning, though his face remained obscured.

Affected by Enrique’s somber mood, Tiger and the others also felt a tinge of melancholy. Once a peerless genius who had dominated the Azur Continent for thousands of years, Enrique had ultimately died like any other, his light extinguished forever. What hope was there, then, for ordinary people like them? In the span of mere decades, it seemed unlikely their names would ever be recorded in history.

Ye Yu had just staggered back a few steps when the giant’s iron rod swept toward him again, giving him and his companion no time to react. Ye Yu steadied himself, took a swift step forward, and dodged the rod’s deadly arc.

As soon as he spoke, he realized everyone was looking at him, their eyes shining with excitement. A chill ran through his heart; if his idea was incorrect, wouldn’t they tear him to pieces?

At that moment, under the table, there was a boy who looked to be only about ten years old, timidly crouching beneath, staring intently in his direction.

A sudden flash of gold flickered in Zhu Feiyu’s deep black eyes as a terrifying wave of mental force burst from his body, forcefully sending Gan Dong, his attacker, flying and coughing up a mouthful of blood.

“Now that you mention it, I, too, feel as if there’s an enormous hand behind the scenes, driving the development of the Starworld. Maybe there’s a grand conspiracy at play after all. It seems my decision to leave the Starworld was the right one,” Old Li said with a wary glint in his eyes, clearly apprehensive about the subject.

All these years, her work had only allowed her to buy ordinary skincare products; she’d never even looked at the high-end ones.

Lin Yan nodded, carefully committing the information to memory—he might need it in the future. He paid special attention to Elder Guangying, who seemed like a potential game-changer.

“Someone tried to ambush us just now!” Crescent snapped the tip off an arrow, yanked out the shaft with force, then took out the “Heaven’s Tear Pearl” and pressed it to the wound.

After breakfast, Ye Mu received a call from Carl and, together with Zhao Jiyang, got into the Aston Martin DBX. Traveling to the rural outskirts, it was wiser to drive a car with higher ground clearance. At the entrance, they met up with Carl, his business team, and Zhang Dongsheng. With nothing better to do, he and Anna decided to join the outing as well.

Since the front desk staff hadn’t arrived yet, the main doors were still locked, so they couldn’t get in. They also had no idea where the back entrance for JS Entertainment’s trainees was.

The awkward atmosphere persisted. After a few pointless exchanges, both Peter and George realized they had nothing left to say. Gwen, meanwhile, watched them in silence from the side, finding the situation rather amusing.

“No, thank you. I’ll pay,” Junxiu said with a smile to the dean, pulling a credit card from his pocket.

Pain enveloped Ye Cheng inside and out. His face twisted in agony as he hugged himself tightly, curling into a ball and rolling in the backseat.

But as he turned around, he ran into someone who shouldn’t have been there at all.

Yet the wait dragged on and on; even after the time it took for a stick of incense to burn, Zhu Xian’s blood-bond ritual was still incomplete.

Four wounds on Zhu Zi’an’s body released bubbles that quickly filled the oval-shaped current, submerging him completely in a froth of air.