Volume One, Chapter 32: Did He Really Go to See Qin Wan?

Qin Wan no longer dared to yearn for anything from Xiao Jingyu. If the brothers and parents she had called by those names for sixteen years could change their hearts, how much more so this man before her, whom she could not even recognize?

Qin Wan only wished to have no further entanglement with them. "Your Highness is already betrothed to the Third Miss Shen; your heart should belong to her, not to me. The hour is late; I should return to my estate!"

Having said this, Qin Wan turned to leave, but Xiao Jingyu seemed unwilling to let her go. As she passed by him, he grabbed her hand again, this time with even greater force.

"Wan'er..."

"Miss!" The voice of Wanshuang seemed like a lifeline to Qin Wan...

Early in the morning, the two of them were bickering and pulling at each other as they walked back, finally passing the destination they had planned for last night—the Laifu Inn.

On the road, Yang Tianlong felt his phone ring. He picked it up and saw it was a call from Zhou Yuqing.

Shi Yan’s fierce claw strike landed heavily upon the long sword. Clearly, he had cultivated his physical body to a high degree; a pale golden light shimmered across his skin. His claw strike was not only sharp but also extremely heavy, erupting in a shower of sparks as it crashed into the blade.

Dull, rhythmic sounds echoed, and then the heavens began to change color; dark clouds churned and gathered across the sky. This was the prelude to an impending storm.

"Xiang Ming, wasn't it said that the Qingli had completely vanished after the Ancient War? Then what is this situation?" Lu Yue asked blankly, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on the inverted pyramids rising and falling before them.

Just at this moment of crisis, the Qingfeng Sword in his hand suddenly flew out, its luster suddenly intensifying several times over.

Sun Ruoyue felt his teeth itch with irritation. What could a bumpkin like him know? He probably couldn't even use an electronic menu. However, to keep things moving, he still handed the menu to Ling Chen.

Once Gu Xi left, Kong Yanbing looked up at the wood carving in her hand, feeling somewhat at a loss.

Mo Xingchen quickly said, "It’s not that I don’t want it, but if it requires you to suffer such great pain, I would rather have nothing. I cannot lose you." Mo Xingchen immediately pulled her into his embrace.

Gu Xi’s expression changed slightly. He had felt a sense of foreboding the moment he saw the white jade whip, and he leapt backward rapidly, yet the whip seemed to possess a spirit of its own, pursuing him relentlessly.

"Then what are we waiting for? We aren't going to sit around like them. Let's eat and drink. Hu Er, handle this matter," Zhao Shiyu said, looking at Tong Muhe.

He put on his shoes, circled Mo Lao a few times, and waited for Mo Lao’s reaction. Mo Lao nodded slightly.

After the group of demon cultivators left, Tong Muhe let out a long sigh. "Damn it, stop guessing. That Flood Dragon King is truly capable of enlightenment; it looks like he is going to follow suit." Shi Zi heard it clearly, but he couldn't discern the meaning behind the Flood Dragon King’s words and decided to ask Tong Muhe.

Transcendent and refined, with no distracting thoughts in his eyes—nothing could be better. He stood like a cedar tree covered in snow, radiating an air of peerless pride.

Shen Lian recognized the man in the suit. The man remained hidden in the shadows as before, his features obscured.

Ming Zong looked around excitedly. He wanted to see the senior who had helped him in secret, but Shen Lian would not come out. If the man found out he couldn't even defeat a clone after fighting for so long, how embarrassing would that be?

"I have no objections!" Murong Yichu struck an indifferent pose and began to crouch down to adjust his shoelaces.

Zhong Wei saluted Director Wang and Director Zhang before exiting. As he left the village committee, he smiled and nodded in a friendly manner toward Village Chief Tang.

He had scored two points for his team, yet the audience not only refused to acknowledge him but instead booed him wildly! Faced with this abnormal situation, Lan Duo stood frozen on the court, staring blankly at his classmates in the stands, unsure of what he had done to displease them.

The sound of shots hitting the rim echoed repeatedly, filling one with despair, and Chen Mengmeng’s expression gradually darkened.

The Dawn Smelting Furnace, the Silhouette of Emotions, and the Hun Crystal System were not only the highest-level secrets of the Silver Coast but also the highest-level secrets of humanity. One could even say that the human world was built upon this system—those who did not know these secrets had not entered the core circle.

"What do you want us... to do?" the second subordinate asked, his face full of shock; in truth, he hadn't fully understood the commander's words.

Even if Tang Xiao had over a dozen of them in his hands now, he could afford to play with a few consecutive explosions, but he couldn't do it often—unless he stole the two hundred pieces from the Emperor’s bedchamber as well.

The faint light emitted by the aura of merit was extremely unique—not just in appearance. It felt truly special; anyone who had ever seen the aura of merit felt a sense of refreshment and ease, a truly wondrous sensation.

However, trapped within the swamp, every slight movement caused large amounts of toxic water to enter its wounds, severely corroding its body and spirit.

"Think carefully. There are ten bottles in total, and you've already ruled them all out. You aren't actually afraid to drink, are you? Or do you think your luck is so poor that it’s worse than mine?" Ji Ru calmly reminded her while Zhu Zhu stood at a loss.

On the other hand, because Fifth-Level ability users had excellent prospects but were few in number, they were strictly protected by those above. No matter who it was, attacking them rashly was a capital offense.

The words he answered Fister with were not just empty talk. In his spare time, he would ponder these things. Usually, no one could pry a single word from him, and he didn't intend to trade this information for anything—he just found Fister increasingly agreeable, so he chatted a bit.

The fat man, with his feet and hands busy drinking, revealed his true form. It turned out he was like a hermit crab, hidden behind the large desk in front of him; such a massive body had been concealed beneath that desk.

Therefore, all along, whenever I write about certain characters, I always put in a lot of effort to build up their background.

The two of them kept their heads down and hurried along. Tao Zhulu would occasionally remind Lan Ziyi to watch his step. Before long, they reached the outskirts of the bandit camp. Seeing signs of human habitation, Lan Ziyi breathed a sigh of relief, but ahead, Tao Zhutu suddenly made a gesture to stop and signaled for Lan Ziyi to lie down.

"As long as they don't attack me first, I certainly won't harm them," Mo Fan said with a casual shrug.

Xiao Yu was startled. He turned his head and saw Luo Bingzhu’s eyes, as cold as an icy abyss, staring at Yan Xun in mid-air with great interest.

Lan Ziyi turned his head to the west again, gazing at Jinzhou Island in the heart of the river. The wind and rain swayed in the sky, and the scene in the river was blurred and hard to see through the mist—just as the scout had said, who could see clearly?

"Come now, let's enjoy ourselves." Hong Feiyang’s wicked smile made Shi Yanran feel as if she were on the verge of breaking down.