Chapter Fifty-Seven: Reunion

The elder breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if the clouds had parted and the scenery had suddenly brightened. They had barely made any effort, yet had already connected with Mu Chengyao, a person of real power—fortune had arrived without any labor. Lu Yabo, however, frowned slightly, sensing something amiss. After all, his second sister had not yet married, and the Mu family had only Mu Chengyao as its sole male heir—an unmarried man and an unmarried woman, what would people say if word got out?

He was just about to refuse, but was halted by the sharp gaze of the matriarch. He moved his lips, but ultimately lowered his head. The old lady smiled and said, "It is an honor for my second girl to receive Madam Mu's favor. She has always been slow-witted since childhood; if Madam Mu could guide her a little, it would be a blessing for her." Her words were not mere flattery; indeed, Madam Mu was highly respected among the ladies of high society.

Ye Yanran nodded. "That’s good. Jin Nanzhu has just awakened her abilities, but they are quite weak. And you, as a defensive ability user..."

"It's not confidence, merely that I have an 'Eight Trigrams Array' I'd like General Li to appraise!" Zhuge Liang spoke, gently waving his feather fan. A powerful wind swept in from afar, stirring up sand and stones that blotted out the sky.

"But now, when I think of that envelope, I'm not so sure." After all, Lu's second son and his wife were no longer around.

Chen Yu didn't stand on ceremony with Professor Qi, snatching the calligraphy from his hands and heading straight into the hospital.

Lu Beichen sat with his legs crossed, swirling the wine in his glass, his face expressionless and the atmosphere around him chillingly cold. No one dared sit beside him.

A faint smile appeared on his lips, and two blue beams suddenly soared up, transforming into a rectangular blue bubble that lifted the bronze figure into the air.

A piercing wail erupted from Su Xiu's mouth, and terrifying ghostly energy crashed into Wang Ran, making him feel as though his very soul was about to scatter.

The fragments of the strange bone, resembling bits of mask, turned to dust and were swept away by the wind after being severed by sword energy.

But the attacks of the Cherry Blossom General were overwhelming; the powerful recoil forced it to retreat again and again, its claws gouging deep marks into the ground.

Lu Beichen couldn't be bothered to respond. Su Moqin was quite the chatterbox; if he found someone who loved to nag, wouldn't they drive Old Su mad?

At the crucial moment, Mu Bingjie stepped forward, conjuring a suit of profound armor, using her own body to absorb the most powerful force of impact.

Chu Fei realized the sweet girl had misunderstood, thinking he was there to flirt; he was about to explain.

Wu Enming wanted to ask more, but Manager Guo firmly directed the security guards to escort him away.

Comparing education, appearance, and figure, she bested Wang Mei by more than a little in every aspect.

If only he had found Xu Yueqing earlier, if he had found his sister, maybe none of this would have happened.

They moved precious belongings from home, all hoping Zhan Chengyin would pray to the gods, granting them more weapons and gunpowder.

Wu Xin had already made his judgment: Chen Feng was at most moderately wealthy, but nowhere near the circles they moved in.

Military campaigns are the business of the army, but if trouble brews in the Xuanwu Gate, disaster will befall everyone in court.

The car door was yanked open, and Ruan Li, dizzy and disoriented, was thrown onto the back seat. She watched Fu Huaizhou pull the door shut and loosen his tie, his whole manner exuding a barely restrained primal ferocity.

The conversation on this side was lively and enthusiastic, but inside the Zhou family bar, the two had nothing of the sort.

It was obvious—when Guan Yue went to sleep in Chen Yao’s room, Zhang Tiegen and Xie Sha actually knew about it at the time.

Dai Yu originally hadn't planned to say anything, but since it was a competition, and with the chance to take a jab at Zhang Tiegen, that poor fellow, why not?

I saw those pilgrims greet him with respect; clearly, I was not the only one who regarded him as a living Bodhisattva.

She rolled out the noodles herself and made me a large bowl of rich chicken broth noodles. After calling me to the dining room, my mother placed the bowl in front of me.

I saw Mr. Lü again, and saw Xue Qian once more. It felt like a dream, having them both by my side. My heart felt much more settled.

The three sword spirits, upon receiving Zi Xiao Yun’s orders, could only stand helplessly beside the Sword of Authority, not daring to hinder Zi Xiao Yun from entering the Sword Realm.