Chapter 115: Clarity

Although these were not the true reasons, others were not blind; her drastic change in attitude toward this family had to have a source.

Being able to speak out loud and seeing the pale faces of that hypocritical trio brought Lu Yalan an indescribable sense of relief.

"I am your daughter, not a saint!" she cried out to Lu Shibang. "I am a person with seven emotions and six desires. You cannot hold me to the standards of a saint and expect me to interact without resentment with those who have hurt me!"

Lu Yalan bowed to the old lady, looking up so that the apology in her eyes was visible. "I am very sorry that I could not hold back today... I am not in a good state right now. Please allow me to take my leave."

The old lady touched...

"He..." A flash of sorrow crossed Yalan’s eyes, and two trails of crystalline tears slid down, dripping from her smooth cheeks onto the ground.

Wang Ming explained the space-time he had perceived and the laws of deduction one by one, giving a general overview. Only then did he begin to explain the secret of the intense consumption of luck during this birth of a saint.

In Li Mu’s impression, had it not been for his own arrival, George Dewey would still be in Southeast Asia making a fortune. But in this timeline, George Dewey held the rank of Major General and was a front-runner for the next U.S. Secretary of War.

Before the voting began, almost no one favored Hayes; even Hayes himself did not believe he could have made it this far.

"How did he die?" Regna’s face was grim. When he left Balor, this guy was still able to crane his neck and curse at him! How could he have died so easily?

"Forgive your husband for shedding tears for another man one last time; next time, it will be unforgivable." The man’s magnetic, pleasant voice rang softly in her ear, stirring her nerves through her eardrums.

"I never imagined that Master Huo of Juyi Manor would be fond of eagles," Xiong Ti thought to himself. Naturally, he would not say this aloud. Among the heroes of the martial arts world, many were fond of tattoos, mostly of tigers, leopards, eagles, or snakes, so it was not strange that Huo Yankai loved eagles.

Below the martial arts stage, Li Hai’s fists were clenched tight. On the stage, a blue light flashed in Situ Fusu’s hand, ready to rescue Wan Shitong at any moment.

It was simply because this manifestation of Wang Ming's benevolent corpse was too powerful; he was no match for the Azure Emperor at all.

This game of chess seemed to have gone exactly according to Yang Cheng’s calculations, but just as it was about to reach a perfect conclusion, a sudden change occurred: the Taixing army led by He Ze had appeared south of Yiping without anyone noticing, launching a fierce assault on Yiping City overnight.

Sounds of rustling came from the kitchen; it was Lian Qiao tinkering with bowls and chopsticks, accompanied by the faint sound of water.

Although Sang Li’s reaction annoyed Mu Yun, it did not surprise him. He knew this girl’s personality all too well: the moment she sensed that someone might intrude upon her territory, she would activate all her defensive systems.

Chen Nian could not turn her head to look, but she vaguely guessed who had come. Who else would come alone at this time, and who else would deliberately make such heavy footsteps? Thinking of Feng Junyang’s actions, Chen Nian felt immense fury and bit down hard on his lip.

Sang Li’s appearance caused everyone present to speculate: what on earth could have happened today to make this mysterious Princess, who rarely showed her face, appear so prominently? Could the Emperor be planning to announce something?

Yang Ruoli had not seen Song Mingyan for a few days, only keeping in touch by phone, because his grandmother was ill. The doctors had already told the Song family to prepare for the end; the old lady might not last more than a few days.

The masters of the inner palace were all feeling anxious and uneasy, guessing who would be the next unfortunate soul to be targeted by Princess Sang Li.

Chen Nian lowered her eyes and sat silently for a moment. Once she regained some strength in her legs, she stood up, exchanged a few polite words with the village head, and took her leave.

With her slender waist nearly crushed by Mu Yun’s grip, Sang Li slowly inhaled and exhaled. The warm breath of his voice in her ear felt so close, yet it sounded as if it were coming from the distant horizon, leaving her feeling deeply uncertain and disoriented.