Volume 1, Chapter 24: Su Yinwan and Song Huaiyu Are Beaten

Shen Zhiyi turned her head and caught sight of Su Yinwan, who had arrived uninvited. Upon hearing the suggestion that she should live with her, Shen Zhiyi could not help but widen her eyes in surprise.

Occasionally, a Moon-Howling Silver Wolf would break through the defensive perimeter formed by the eleven junior swordsmen, only to be immediately surrounded and slain by Oukiliman and the six intermediate swordsmen waiting in ambush. Not only did these incursions fail to disrupt the defensive line, but the wolves themselves ended up losing their lives.

Therefore, if the allied forces were to make a special trip to the Elven Forest for anyone, the only candidate would be Li Yan. It could not be Lucia; even though she had become a master mage, her significance still could not be compared to that of Li Yan.

Right there within a block of ice ahead, four vibrant life forces remained, and their spiritual energy was growing stronger by the moment.

Hearing this, Song Duanwu could not help but sigh, lamenting the ill-fated and unpredictable nature of certain people's destinies.

With the wedding date to Mengzhu only two months away, this set of furniture was exceptionally precious. In the Yunzhou region, neither the materials nor the craftsmanship could compare to it. Ji Qing and Mengzhu had searched extensively, and it was only with great difficulty that Master Zheng had managed to find this set through a friend.

Mo Qingting stammered as he spoke, his guilty conscience evident. When Song Duanwu carefully observed his face, which looked slightly thinner than usual, he realized the boy had clearly been living in a state of unease lately.

Although the Dark Moon was a criminal syndicate, it actually operated in both the underworld and the legitimate world. Money laundering, smuggling, drug trafficking, assassination, gambling—they were involved in anything illicit. Yet, they also maintained some legitimate businesses, though these were few and served primarily as a facade.

Not long after, the man for whom Gan Jiang had agreed to forge a sword emerged from the smithy, beaming with joy. He cradled the wrapped weapon Gan Jiang had crafted as if it were a priceless treasure. Moreover, Gan Jiang had not even used the materials the man had brought, returning them to him in full.

This was an inside piece of information that Mu Chunhua had long since uncovered, showing that he had certainly done his homework.

Princess Lanling spoke from the side, "Brother Fang, you must come and visit us if you have the chance in the future." Fang Guohuan laughed, "That goes without saying. To play another game of chess with Brother Jianliang would be one of life's greatest pleasures." He then cupped his hands in a salute and said, "Take care, both of you! We shall meet again!" With that, Fang Guohuan turned and departed.

Muramasa was an honest, simple old man who had not seen much of the world. Confronted by the strange visitors, he addressed them with extreme deference, fearful of offending anyone.

Three magnificent steeds came thundering toward them. Even the well-traveled servants of the Yuchi household could not help but gasp in amazement; these horses were simply too beautiful—tall, with sleek, glossy coats and solid colors, save for different colored fur around their ankles. Could these be the legendary heavenly horses from the far West?

The Golden Saint Dharma King gazed at Fang Guohuan, Jianliang, and Luo Kun before him, asking with slight surprise, "Are all you Han people so extraordinary? Why is it that every Han person I have encountered is no common soul?" The Golden Saint Dharma King had never been to the Central Plains and rarely descended from the snowy peaks. He had met few people in his life, but his supreme martial arts allowed him to discern the caliber of anyone he laid eyes upon.

His grip on her wrist tightened unconsciously, and the pain caused cold sweat to bead on Wenguo's forehead.

Over the past few days, I have seen many dear readers working so hard to refresh pages or play games just to earn pink tickets for Guozi, and I am truly touched. I want to thank you all first. However, I do not wish for everyone to go to such trouble. I only ask for tickets from those who already have them to show support; there is no need to go out of your way, as that would only make me feel uneasy.