Chapter 165: Dispute

"Lu Yalan!" A familiar voice behind her stopped her in her tracks.
Song Ziqi hurried up to her, asking, "What are you doing here?"
At a single glance, he saw her brightly flushed cheeks and her coy, bashful maidenly demeanor.
Song Ziqi swept his gaze across the area behind her, his face instantly darkening. Pointing at the captain of the guards, he launched into a furious tirade: "Disheveled and sloppy, is this the kind of unit you lead? Ten times the usual training today, and no one rests until it's finished!"
No way! Weren't they always like this?
Unjustly chewed out, the captain felt extremely aggrieved, having no idea how he had offended his superior.
"Fasten your uniforms right now! If I ever see anyone stripping in public again, I'll strip their—"
It wouldn't be right not to join in, especially since you didn't call your brothers when you had such a joyous occasion. The comrades even brought Guanqi, whom they left at Zhang Donghai's place.
"Th-that..." Madam Fang muttered to herself, not knowing what to do as silent tears slipped down her cheeks. The head of the Fang family flicked his sleeve in disgust and strode away.
Cao Liangse smiled and said, "To think I'll be living with Sister Qiao, I shall go and impose upon Sister Qiao then." Her words brought a round of smiles from everyone.
This once again proved the immutable truth that true masters always speak through their strength; any changes are mere illusions that can never affect a master's mindset and judgment.

"It seems the location of this stronghold is not meant to be known," Ming said, taking a talisman and a black cloth strip from Zi. He first applied the talisman to his left shoulder and then blindfolded his eyes with the cloth strip. Zi did the same.
"Did you know?" Lin Yumeng asked again. Complete silence followed below; everyone felt a chill rise from the soles of their feet straight to their crowns.
Assassins are definitely greedy. Although some of them have principles, they all kill for money—this is the code and rule of the trade.
This was intended as a comparison with the Xu family, to let Meng Fan know that marrying into the Yang family offered a much brighter future than aligning with the Xu family. Only, it was uncertain whether Meng Fan would care about such things.
Ashina Jiemo's face was ashen. Clearly, he was unwilling to let Li Tianqi off so easily; if not for his sister's presence here, he likely would not have stopped.
"Saving your own seeds yields low production, not as good as purchased seeds. If you save seeds, the second year they will all grow sweet stalks instead of corn," said Zhang Yaozu.
"Brother Niu, after today, the fierce beasts of our Primordial Forest should better stop provoking Senyu City."
Hearing this, Mo Huaijin pulled out a package wrapped in withered leaves from behind his back. Opening it, he revealed several hard, dry flatbreads.
Shen Jia'an straightened her back, immediately feeling that she was truly hopeless. The moment she heard An Xian's voice, she behaved just like a well-trained loyal hound.
The farther one was from Liang Qingshan, the weaker the whipping skill used by those mutated King Maple Trees became.
Sakura Fuyuki urged impatiently. Hua Qing watched Mo Huaijin's back as he struggled his way up the city wall. The music of the wind and percussion ensemble was unusually festive and clamorous; no one would notice where her gaze lingered, nor would anyone pay attention to the tears silently rolling down onto the tops of her feet.

"You got it!" Zhang Rufeng and Hanzhan followed Hanyuyi to the corpse of the magic bear, picked up daggers, and began clearing away the inedible internal organs and fur.
"Father!" Huangfu Jian wailed tearfully, clutching Huangfu Guang's increasingly icy cold hand with heartbreaking grief. In that instant, he felt an unprecedented, agonizing wrench in his heart, piercing and unbearable.
"Mistress! I have arrived!" The newcomer was none other than Huashan's senior brother, Deng Zichong! He appeared high-spirited and dashing, with an iron saber slung across his back and a wine gourd hanging from its side.
The academy was not grandiose; at the entrance stood a wooden board bearing the bold characters "Huashan Primary Soul Master Academy," inlaid with gold powder that glittered brightly in the sunlight.
"Brother Lin, is that you?" Tang Qishan called out again. Only his echo reverberated through the empty space, surrounded by deep silence.
The ceramic artisan Huang Shitao shouted, "I'll help too!" With that, he casually molded a celadon vase and tossed it into the air to capture the red aura.
Upon careful reflection later, Liang Yanlong was not in City A at all, which meant it could only be Tang Pianpian, who had accompanied Su Xi to shoot a film out of town.