Chapter Forty-Nine: Reflection

There are no walls in the world that can completely block out the wind, especially not in the Lu family, where even the stillest air can stir up waves three feet high. Countless eyes in the back courtyard kept watch on the old madam’s quarters. Before Lu Yalan had even stepped out of the Hall of Benevolence, word had already spread throughout the rear compound that “the Second Miss quarreled with the old madam and was locked in the ancestral hall.”

The second concubine reclined lazily on her chair. After hearing the maid’s report, she smiled indifferently and remarked with a careless air, “Has the Second Miss really lost her senses? With all this drama, I find her more and more difficult to understand.”

Lu Yahe was selecting rouge as she listened to the maid, and upon hearing the second concubine’s sigh, she could not wait to offer her own opinion. “Isn’t that so? Ever since her engagement to the Zhao family’s son was broken off, this woman has—”

“We’re eating out today.” Yun Ze’s face remained utterly calm as he rose from his seat, rubbing the bridge of his nose, and glanced toward Linda at the doorway.

From afar, Fan Xueyi observed this scene and frowned slightly. It seemed that the battle between these two would be a prolonged tug-of-war, and until the very end, no one could predict the outcome.

Standing in the courtyard, Shen Xinyi felt her heart pounding chaotically in her chest. Just what kind of person was Mr. Gu?

Xu Yaran had already been foolish once; she no longer dared to hope that Li Yilan would stay by her side forever.

“Baby, are you alright?” Hearing the commotion, someone hurried over and saw a man persistently pestering Tu Baobao. He hesitated before speaking.

As the black light faded, the ground was a scene of devastation. Zuo Qing stood, his face pale, while all of Hua Shuo’s men lay motionless, their bodies scorched and exuding a corrosive stench.

Fan Xueyi walked on indifferently the whole way. In truth, her doubts had only grown with the crowd’s arrival, not lessened.

“Don’t you dare!” A cold, clear voice sounded from the doorway, and at once everyone was stunned into silence.

Two days later, on the main square, Du Yuesong once again gathered all the trainees. Today, he would announce the official start of the second round of technique instruction. Of course, those unwilling to study combat arts could choose to learn other skills.

A sharp pain came from her back, distinct from the bruising and swelling of Fan Ziyi’s beatings—a lacerating pain, as if by a blade. Though Fan Xueyi had a high tolerance, her body bore witness to its own limits.

Though Fu Zhi had no intention of staying up all night, she waited for Mo Yimiao to return to the dormitory together, so she accompanied them to the hotel.

Lack of pain did not mean he could not be hurt. Even after his transformation, his body’s recovery was exceptional, but it was not instantaneous; he still required time to heal.

After being inspected by the Security Department, the students began to leave in an orderly fashion. Many chose to return to their dorms, and from the whispered conversations, he knew that nightmares would haunt many tonight.

“Brother, what are you saying? I don’t quite understand. Please let me out—I’m hungry and want to eat.” Xiaoxiao averted her gaze from Xie Yannian, refusing to meet his eyes or answer him directly.

“I won’t entrust my fate to a stranger. What right do you have to command us?” the man in the suit said sternly.

The man in the gray robe gave a slight nod and took his seat again. The others followed, though some glanced at Suleiman with newfound respect or unease. At the very least, no one would dare underestimate him now.

The bullet had deformed, evidence that it had struck Zhang Ze’s body directly rather than missing its mark.

Time ticked by; past midnight, silence deepened. Fu Zhi’s anxiety remained unrelieved, a fine pain gripping her heart. After a long while, she stumbled upstairs and collapsed onto the bed fully clothed.

Because it was disguised as a tank with tracks and wheels, it was limited to use only on flat ground.

On the right side, five shots from 45 degrees—all hit; add the baseline, and it was seven in a row. The entire crowd began to cheer and encourage from that moment on.

Moreover, carrying spirit stones everywhere was inconvenient. It was better to store them here for free. Then, upon returning to the ancient city, they could simply retrieve the stones from the merchant’s guild.