Chapter Twenty-Nine: Apology

By now, most of the dishes had been served. The old lady was the first to pick up some food with her chopsticks and place it in front of Lu Yalan. The others followed suit, each adding delicacies to her bowl. The atmosphere around the table was warm and harmonious, but all of that was shattered by a single remark from Lu Yahe.

The old lady set down her chopsticks and took the tea handed to her by Qin Ma, sipping quietly. The family patriarch remained silent, his brows tightly knit. Lu Yamei glanced at the second concubine, who was standing respectfully behind the old lady, and then lowered her eyes. As for Lu Yabo, he had long since lost hope in his headstrong and unruly younger sister.

Unaware of the subtle shift in mood, Lu Yahe was intent only on provoking Lu Yalan, wanting to see her flustered and embarrassed as she had in the past. Lu Yalan, too, set down her chopsticks.

The bow was drawn to its full length with a creak. With a sharp twang, the arrow was loosed, slicing through the air with a piercing whistle. The black-clad figure fleeing ahead suddenly pitched forward and collapsed motionless to the ground.

Poisons are divided between yin and yang. The utmost yang is the purest of yang, the utmost yin is the purest of yin. Both are poisons at their most extreme.

Gu Qing’s head was wrapped tightly in layer upon layer of white gauze, with spots of bright red blood seeping through in places.

Shocked, Sang Mo blurted out, “Rumor has it that the Daxia Dynasty’s greatest treasures were all stolen by the Black Wind Bandits. Did you, Master of Sorcery, ever encounter them?”

Seizing the moment, the four Poison Kings tore open space in a bid to escape. But after barely running a few dozen paces, the space above collapsed in on them, taking their lives with it.

“Since you all know each other, there’s no need to linger at the door. Let’s move upstairs to a private room and talk at ease.” With that, the host led us all upstairs.

“Since you’re here, don’t think about leaving!” The doors swung open. With his short hair bristling, Ghosthand stood guard at the entrance, flexing his fingers.

“Brothers and sisters, listen to me for a moment!” Sure enough, after a brief standoff, someone spoke up.

“Well… and now you…” Lin Chen’s voice faltered. When he finally looked up, he found himself caught in Wang Qianshan’s unwavering gaze. A chill ran down his spine. He snatched up the stone from the counter and the twenty mid-grade spirit stones he’d just exchanged, grabbed Gu Qingyan’s hand, and fled from the Ten Thousand Gold Trading House as if their lives depended on it.

“It’s actually him—” The man who’d tried to make a show of force immediately wilted, slumping back into his seat in despair.

The Vampire Special Task Force’s Dragon-Slaying Squad and the hybrid vampire-ghoul operatives had all vanished without a trace, not even a wisp of ash left behind.

Many were captivated by Yan Shao’s bearing, feeling that such a person was truly worthy of being called a hero of the age.

“Latriel, winning at ball isn’t about who shouts the loudest,” Meng Xu said, using a half-spin to create half a step of space from Latriel Sprewell. At that very instant, Jamal Tinsley’s pass found its way into Meng Xu’s hands.

Who knew if Li Tong was doing it on purpose—his words didn’t sound truthful in the slightest.

“When will the second stage of cultivation begin?” Wu Hao asked as he accepted the crystal.

But Li Chenfeng had never thought to rely on the Blade of Mercy to do as he pleased. Just as the name implied, without mastering techniques above the basic level, the Blade of Mercy was nothing more than a last resort to preserve his life—not a weapon for attack.

Although Galio hardly had any chance to attack Zoe directly with red buff, the regeneration from the buff allowed Xiye to fare better in mid lane, making him less afraid of Zoe’s harassing attacks.

Not long after, Elder Yan from the teleportation hall came forward to greet the young man.

At the factory gate, two guards wielding machetes questioned Chen Mu and Chen Feifei, who had appeared suddenly.

Zeng Ke, who had been struggling with indecision, shook his head slightly. Since Yaisler was temporarily unavailable, there was nothing he could do to “help” even if he wanted to. It was fate. He would address it later—if Yaisler’s injuries proved severe, he could always send him a medicinal plaster in due time.

The two sped toward Dragon Island like the wind. Though they barely paused along the way, by the time they arrived, nearly a week had passed.

On the road, as he passed many people, no one noticed Zhou Yang’s presence. The more he used the Shadow Cloak, the more he found himself embracing this invisible state.