Chapter 52: She Really Is Made of Water

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

In the kitchen, Guan Yueyue washed five or six kinds of vegetables and then prepared the garnishes such as cilantro and scallions.

The rest was left to Sister Hua.

Coming into the living room, she leaned against the spacious sofa and dialed Shen Zhi's mobile number. "Darling, where are you? The hot pot is all set up, just waiting for you to come back and eat."

"I have a dinner banquet here..."

Due to their deliberate avoidance, Xu Zuoyan did not run into Gao Lingyun or Cai Guowei again by the end of the symposium. Hiding in a corner, he simply watched the two of them board a ship and leave, whereupon he came out and muttered a couple of curses under his breath.

What Yan Le did not expect was that the first batch of guests today would be the venerable elder Zhang Wuzhong, accompanied by his two sons, Zhang Youtian and Zhang Youcheng. Yan Le knew that Zhang Youtian would definitely come, but given Elder Zhang Wuzhong's advanced age, and the fact that Zhang Youcheng served as the Vice Mayor of Cangnan City, he truly hadn't expected them to show up.

"What do I care how many people there are? I don't fit in with their crowd. Going in there just consigns me to the status of a second-class citizen, so I might as well form my own group," Han Bing snorted dismissively.

"I'm not calm, I'm not listening! Lu Heng, find somewhere to pull over and let me out; I refuse to ride in the same car with this bastard." Xu Zuoyan jerked his arm, trying to shake off Ye Kaicheng's grip, but Ye Kaicheng held on too tightly to be brushed off. Feeling even more wretched, he shouted at Lu Heng, who was driving.

"I really am causing you trouble. If you have matters to attend to, go ahead first; I'll just wait here for him to wake up," Xu Zuoyan walked over, sat down beside Lang Chen, and said.

Standing on the moral high ground of justice, Madam Wang elevated herself to the pinnacle of virtue as she delivered a profound education and critique to Ye Feng. Ye Feng felt so depressed he nearly wanted to vomit blood. Just to watch him squirm and bite the dust, Madam Wang was truly going all out—there was nothing she wouldn't dare to say.

What followed was the roar of a fierce lion, imbued with such boundless momentum that not a single person dared to step forward. White Impermanence saw this in his eyes and felt astonishment in his heart, never imagining that Zhao Xiaochen possessed such formidable fighting spirit and was not someone who would give up easily. Therefore, he had to meet the challenge with his full strength.

"No, no, I don't know what's under my feet, it's soft and still moving—look, look!" The effeminate fellow was practically on the verge of tears.

"It's not yet time for dinner, so I came out for a stroll," Ye Xingtian said with total equanimity. Yet who on earth goes out for a casual stroll and ends up pacing along someone else's rooftop?

Furthermore, Jiana was in a state of pregnancy and currently needed proper rest rather than running around everywhere like this.

Berreo clenched his fists so tightly they nearly bled, but now he was utterly powerless. Surrounded by twelve Empire-class war vessels and fortress mega-cannons, there was simply nowhere for them to escape.

This time, the monk did not dare to tap his shoulder again. Pressing his palms together in a deep bow, he nodded in greeting to Three Corpses, He Yu, Shen He, and the others, then turned and walked out.

For some inexplicable reason, when Ren Cangqiong uttered those words looking down with disdain upon the Lord of Yunluo City, Ren Qingshuang, for the first time in history, did not rebuke him for empty boasting. Instead, she was awed by the curiosity emanating from him, feeling a sharp chill in her heart.

After a moment of thought, Lin Yun manifested inside his natural demi-space. As soon as he entered, a series of miserable shrieks reached his ears.

"Th-Then alright..." Fengyun Wuhen hurriedly nodded, his expression completely feigning innocent, naive greenness and worldly ignorance.

No fewer than thirty bizarre corpses and human skins were swallowed down in one gulp by the Flood Dragon, which immediately began refining them, drawing out the energy contained within the bodies to convert it into primal source energy.

The Wisdom God of Youxiao originally possessed a quality as high as twenty-one million. Now, soaked in this river of blood formed by the Blood Jade Core, its quality began a crazed ascent once more.

By this time, the sealed barrier of the mortal realm had shattered, and the Buddha sat enshrined in the realm of reality. As it happened, the Buddha was seated right atop the large water jar of the old Rican establishment.